The flower boxes on our way were stunning.
I spy Angelina Jolie or a very hot, trophy wife...
Some lines were longer than others but they moved very quickly.
One hostess gardener had a couple of these darling Quimper planters hanging. I wanted to grab one so badly, my hands itched. But I had to be well behaved in front of my ladylike friends.
This is a photo of what the enclosed garden looked like last winter. Thanks for throwing my post traumatic stress disorder into full throttle!
One nice garden hostess set a pretty table which added grace to the luscious space. The chairs looked pretty inviting as well.
I can never resist a basket of flowers on the front of a bike.
If I lived in the city, I would like to live across the street from this darling shop.
We met the lovely Dolley Carlson who was autographing her latest novel. Think Downton Abbey in the heart of Boston. It sounds right up my alley.
We had a fabulous lunch at this tres chic eatery.
We clocked over five miles that day. I feel thinner already. It was a classic day with wonderful friends.
Until next time...