Every year, the grief I feel about the end of the summer becomes a little more soul crushing. My love for the sun was unrequited this summer, as I only made it to the beach twice.
However, I did make it to one of my favorite places in Boston: the Arnold Arboretum.
I only seem to make it there a few times per year anymore. But its landscape never fails to welcome me like an old friend who has seen me at my best and my worst.
So many memories are entwined with its trees and its meandering pathways. Over the years, I’ve skipped along the pathways with a heart full of wonder. And I’ve stumbled down the same pathways with eyes full of tears.
I’m grateful for the peace and solace that the Arboretum’s trees and fields and flowers provide.