We walked through the Public Garden this morning on our way to the Climate March on the Common. Since I was there a few days ago, the pink cherry trees had blossomed. The Public Garden looked like a little paradise and reminded me how much I love the earth and want to save it.
It was very hot today for April and much worse in Washington, I heard. The 200,000 or so people marching there were sweltering with temperatures in the 90s. We had thousands on the Common with temperatures in the 80s.
Boston is one of the cities most threatened by sea level rise. It probably won't happen in my lifetime, but I've read that in the worst case scenario, by the end of the century a third of the city could be underwater. It breaks my heart to think that could happen to my beloved city, and I can only hope we have enough smart people here to figure out how to take action in time.
