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.”
I have a prized orchid – prized because I love it – not because it’s a super exotic variety. Ever since we were given it by a friend, it has bloomed regularly just after the holidays. The blooms last for about 6 months, and then the plant goes dormant for another 6.
But one of the reasons why I prize it is because when we were given the plant it only had ONE stalk of blooms. Now it regularly produces TWO.
I think it’s my husband’s fault, actually. He accidentally decapitated both stalks one summer when he closed the curtains. I was devastated (he thought the marriage might be over) but my mom declared that the plant probably needed pruning and would be better off for it.
And you know, I think she was right!
“If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.”
(George Bernard Shaw)
“Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.”
With ballet season well underway, my husband and I are back to a 6-day-a-week, pretty much non-stop work schedule. Our dinner hour is often 11 p.m., and carving out time for each other during the day is usually impossible. So that’s why lunch yesterday was so special.
When rehearsal finished at 2 p.m., we walked a few short blocks south to one of our new favorite haunts…
Where the booths are clean and comfortable…
And the ambiance is bright, cheery and inviting.
At 2 p.m. the lunch rush was over and the bar was deserted.
Which gave me a chance to zoom in on the jar of house-made Buddha’s Hand liqueur (I still think it looks like addled brains).
(My husband’s brain, on the other hand, is anything but, so lunch conversation was lively and interesting.)
Once our food arrived, though, we chowed down since we were both famished.
(Our salads were delicious, and we’ll be back for another meal soon!)