Bizarre summer weather yesterday brought lightly dressed crowds to the cafés of Cambridge. As UD walked to the florist near Harvard Square, she wondered at the sunlit clarity of this usually gray city, and at the smiling milling crowds all around her, also full of wondering people.
The flower shop burst onto the street with a confusion of bulbs; no one knew what to buy. More milling. UD finally chose five huge dusty hydrangea blossoms that kept falling out of the paper the woman at the counter stapled around them. UD also bought lilacs.
“Excuse me.” A man and a woman approached UD as she crossed back into Harvard Yard. “Where’s the forest?”
“Er, the forest? You mean you’re looking for the woods? Here? … Or do you mean a shop or a restaurant called The Forest?”
“No, no. The florist.”
UD glanced at the flowers in her arms and giggled. And gave directions.
April 4th, 2010 at 6:22PM
Until I got to the end I was sure it was Harvard Forest they wanted; it’s a big deal.
April 4th, 2010 at 6:28PM
Harvard Forest? New one on me, Norm. I’ll Google it.