As much as I love, love New York, I don’t love the dust, grime and soot that comes with living in the city. In fact, today as I breakfasted with a friend, we commiserated over how hard it is to really keep a NY apartment clean. I told my friend about the dust “sweaters” I discovered at the back of our bookshelves recently (just where does that dust come from and HOW does it get there!?) and my friend told me that she feels like she’s constantly vacuuming up balls of tumble weed in her apartment.
Even though I’ve done my best INSIDE the apartment, one area that’s been impossible to tackle is the outside of our 4th floor windows. A few years ago I tried standing on a rung of the railing and leaning across with a mop to see how far I could reach. The answer was not very (although my husband was very inspired to come out and yell at me!)
So imagine the anticipation I felt today knowing that our windows were finally going to be cleaned.
Here’s what they looked like from across the street…
And, at the start of their bath.
(Ewww! With windows this dirty it’s a surprise we could tell the difference between night and day!)
Here they are just after they were finished…
And my view early this evening!
So, if you happen to pass by and see me staring, don’t worry. I’m just enjoying the view!
If you’re wondering when to visit New York, right now would be a good time! In Central Park, trees are beginning to flower, the daffodils and forsythia are blooming and there is a gentle haze of color beginning to fill the horizon.
Today as I walked home from Columbus Circle, I saw:
The gentlest hints of white, green and yellow framed by dark tree branches…
A spectacular yellow magnolia…
Pink tulips amid Bleeding Heart plants and blue wild flowers…
Blazes of yellow forsythia…
The gleam of skyscrapers across the pond…
The first cherry blossoms…
Tulips and daffodils near the Swedish Cottage…
A city seemingly renewed…
Sweet miniature blossoms…
And verdant paths each step of the way!
“The details are not the details. They make the design.”
Every once in a while as I’m travelling around the city, I look at people around me and then imagine them gone. (And, no, I’m not doing this on crowded subway trains when I’m wishing for an empty seat!) Macabre as it sounds, this little shift in perspective usually leaves me with a sense of compassion and purpose.
Say a few more “I love you’s.”
Take the time to just listen.
Share a laugh.
Celebrate baby steps.
(And sympathize with the falls.)
Hold on to something dearly.
And know when to let go.
And, that I believe, is what makes the ride truly meaningful.
“A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.”
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!
“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.”