Fenway Enfolds

Back in December, the Fenway won the city wide competition to be the first state recognized cultural district in Boston.  In March, the Massachusetts Cultural Council announced the Fenway Cultural District as one of the first State-designated cultural districts in the State - a distinction which would send funds and tourism their way.  With the MFA, Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, MassArt, and the BSO, among other institutions in their district, how could they not win?  Today people from architectural firm Perkins + Will were in
Evans Way Park, the park between MassArt and the Gardner Museum,  assembling a fabric installation called "Fenway Enfolds" in anticipation of the bigger-than-usual annual celebration Opening Our Doors on Monday.

Commonwealth Avenue Mall Apples

Apple tree on Commonwealth Avenue

Food foragers take note: Roxbury may have the remnants of apple orchards scattered throughout the neighborhood but Back Bay has a productive apple tree, too, at the corner of Mass. and Comm. Aves.  This one looks like they are Red Delicious variety and they proved to be red  - but not as delicious as the Roxbury Russett. We ate these in a yummy compote with local garden plums and quince.

Apples from the apple tree at the corner of Mass. Ave. and Comm. Ave.

Inside an apple from the Commonwealth Mall

Snakes in Roxbury

No, I'm not writing about Diane Wilkerson or the Roxbury Neighborhood Council, which has failed to file legitimizing documents with the Secretary of State for at least five years now yet continues to raise and disburse funds.  To whom and for what those funds are disbursed remains a mystery because the organization is operating without legitimizing documentation. (Working journalists:  please take note and investigate. Be sure to interview all of the people who have been kicked off the council for expressing their dissenting views).

This is more interesting than them. As I was leaving for work this morning I was delighted to note that a nest of snakes had slithered up a lily stalk and were hanging out on a rose calyx, basking in the warmth of the late morning sun. I counted seven - or eight - heads.  They were so intertwined, it was hard to tell how many there were.