Spring in New York will not ever cease to amaze me. Each year I’m struck by the insane beauty of the flowers that bloom out of nowhere and the tiny buds that sprout and the lush calls of the birds in the trees. Laid out at the feet of this steel and concrete metropolis, the saturated colors are all the more breathtaking.
This year I’ve noticed that the flowers have an entire life cycle of their own. First bloomed the tender daffodils and tulips, then the irises in all their midnight blue, now lillies on stalks as tall as me, or perched on top of pointed green crowns…
Then there are — are these daisies? I think they’re wild flowers. Michael says they’re just weeds, in which case I say, grow me a garden of these beautiful weeds!
Inside the apartment we have all sorts of green thumb experiments going on as well, and also our CSA starts up again tomorrow! Expect some very green posts in the near future. Happy Monday!
