A beautiful drive from Boston to Groton

The rain ls falling through heavy fog while I set at the cafe window waiting for my mothers plane to land at Logan airport. So far, it is only 5 minutes late. Parking is as usual a mess with the only available space being on the weather exposed top level of central parking. However, the space was close to the elevator providing easy access to the bridge to terminal C. Mom arrived and was in a wheelchair being pushed by an agreeable fellow of eastern European extraction. The long walks in an airport are difficult for her although short walks are no problem. After retrieving her small suitcase the three of us took the elevator to level 4 in order to cross the bridge to the parking lot and pay the ticket before proceeding to the top rainy level. Heaven help you if you don’t pay before trying to leave the lot. Fortunately our eastern European friend wheeled Mom all the way up to the car and we proceeded to drive out. This parking lot is always in flux and is some sort of gigantic intelligence testing machine. I passed with flying colors as none of the many poorly marked turns were missed and we exited the facility in good time with no mishaps. To make the return trip more interesting we took Storrow drive up the Charles, an saw a crew out practicing in the rain. Then we journeyed up rt. 2 to Lexington, passed the Allcott house in Concord and down monument street enjoying the many lovely homes and fields. Then we journeyed through Carlisle, Westford, Littleton and finally Groton taking in the bucolic views all the way. Once home and inspected by Gidget we had a lunch of tea and cookies admiring Wendy’s many beautiful flowers bathed in a gentle mist.