ProfessorRoush was away this week, visiting the Birthplace of Freedom; Boston, Massachusetts. Yes, I walked the Freedom Trail and I saw Plymouth Rock, and I crossed the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Presidential Library off my bucket list. For those who care, I've now visited 5 presidential libraries in my lifetime and JFK's is the best, although I think the image of JFK they chose for the 100th anniversary of his birth, showing him with fat jaws and in sunglasses, is unflattering and jowl-ey. But I guess they didn't ask my opinion.
I didn't do any personal physical gardening this week, nor, I must confess, did I visit a single public garden. But since the NorthEast has been well-supplied with rain, I did spend some time admiring the health and vitality of a number of gardens, including the perfectly-maintained alleyway garden I saw in Salem, MA that is pictured above. As moist as things were, I was interested that the phlox here showed no signs of mildew at all.
Private lots are small in all the cities there, so, in fact, alleyways and hidden gardens were the main attractions in the area. Otherwise, I rarely saw more than a windowbox or container in most of the city. This shady courtyard near Bunker Hill, however, was well sited for the hosta grown there as focal points.
I was much more impressed by MIT, which seemed to actually care if we kept our tour date. A wonderful admissions director, Mr. Chris Peterson, gave a lively and informative presentation on MIT and its programs, and then we were led on a tour by a complete nerd, an astrophysics student who hailed from Oklahoma, that included a look INSIDE the labs and buildings and provided a broad look at student life on campus. Kudos to the MIT admissions team for putting together a great program and to the entire university for a unique atmosphere. And further congratulations to the landscape designer who included these columnar Sweet Gum outside the student activities building at MIT. They are fabulously healthy and the first ones I'd ever seen. I was salivating about the fall coloring they must exhibit. Where do I get one?
On Friday, I bid farewell to the Northeast and its strange set of quirks, which included labeling each "roundabout" as a "rotary." I've heard of rotary as a noun referring to an old telephone, but the first time I saw one of these signs, I though I was lost and being directed to the local Rotary club. To further confuse the issue, some areas were labeled as rotaries when I never really saw a complete circle emerge from the traffic pattern. And what happened to the strong Bostonian accents I was wanting to emulate? The entire area is so cosmopolitian and diverse these days that I only talked to one individual with a classic Bostonian accent in five days in the area.
Now, I'm back to the prairie, staring out the window at a dew-covered overgrown lawn bordered with weedy flower beds that both need attention. And where else can I watch a pack rat playing blatently on my front steps at 8:00 a.m. in the morning. Just another thing one my to-do list; bait the pack-rat traps!