Flowers of fire, flying high.
Eastern art from ancient time.
Name me now and solve this rhyme.
What am I?
Leafy on the Boston side of the river, I stretch between history and study, an idyllic place to go for a run or settle in the sun while sailboats drift by. It may be the biggest place to be this season, but for today, it’s just you and me.
Where are we going?