Earlier this evening I walked across the park to the Conservatory Gardens.
The light was clean and clear and the air was cool. The gardens are just beginning to bloom, and the annual plantings are little more than promising rows of green shoots. Even so, there were enough miniature wild flowers, blooming bushes and blossoming trees to keep me and my camera occupied.
This is what I saw:
Ok, I’ll admit I’m digging a bit here…practically clawing the earth to see SOMETHING green on this, the first day of spring. But I think these pictures from my walk today in Central Park are proof that spring IS here!
(No ice here.)
And the palest greens!
“Uncertainty is the only certainty there is, and knowing how to live with insecurity is the only security.”
(John Allen Paulos)
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, “thank you,” that would suffice.
(The 5×7 greeting card version is now available here.)
Earlier this week, my husband and I walked over to Central Park’s Conservatory Garden to check out what was in bloom.
The day was nearing its close, so the light was soft and the air was calm and cool. The only think missing from the following slide show of seven pictures is the lovely aromas of the flowers. Smell-o-vision is still a ways off, I guess…
“Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.”
“Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.”
(GOETHE, Conversations with Goethe)
This afternoon, I decided to brave the hazy heat and humidity for a brisk walk in Central Park. I hadn’t gone far before the rain forced me to turn around and head back home.
But not before I stopped by the pond…
To commune with the ducks…
Marvel at the lush greenery…
(And its reflection)…
And cheer on a soggy tourist or two!
There’s more hazy, hot and humid weather forecast ahead. What’s a girl to do?
I was out of town (out of the country, to be precise!) when spring first arrived in New York City. Now about a month in, the tulips have just about died off and most of the flowering trees have shed their blossoms. But in Central Park, the air is crisp, the light is bright, and the green of the trees is still fresh.
On my walk home through the park yesterday I saw…