In the Arboretum, another world
Driving through city streets to Harvard University’s Arnold Arboretum in Jamaica Plain is a ride not meant for an out-of-towner. Snaking my way out of congested Harvard Square, I pass over the detour-ridden BU Bridge and finally onto the Arborway, where other motorists nearly squeeze me out on the narrow turns. When I finally park the car and step into the lush forest in the city, I can’t help but be transformed. It is the same aaah moment you experience when you pass through the gritty underbelly at Fenway only to see the gorgeous lush green of the ball field on the other side. Either way, you can’t help but smile. The Arboretum is so serene and languid it seems imaginary. On a warm summer day, dogs and runners and bicyclists all share the nearly silent space under the shade of giant and rare trees of odd shapes and sizes. On...