02: Hope

When summer is a faded memory and the hope for spring is shaded by the short and dreary days of winter, I love the scent and colors of the Franklin Park Conservatory. It is a reminder that with patience all things grow and even the hardiest need time to gather their strengths in order to blossom again.

Plus there were gingerbread houses…and Chihuly Glass.

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