I probably do this every year, but there’s a certain section of my book where I worried that people would think it was made up. I’m describing 11th Street.
“… there’s a stretch where for a brief time during the spring the cherry blossoms are so abundant and so lush they make a big, fat, fluffy white and pink canopy that stretches from sidewalk to sidewalk. It’s a dazzling display. The best part however, is when the petals begin to fall. It makes me wish New York City were car-free. I want to be able to walk down the center of the street like I’m in the middle of my own botanical ticker-tape parade. I’d raise my arms to the skies and twirl around in this confetti-like explosion of renewal and possibility and pretend it’s all for me.”
Well, here’s the proof. I don’t see any pink ones though, and I swear there used to be pink ones. How can that be? Anyway, imagine what this looks like when the petals begin to fall. On a windy day. Enchanting!
So then I was taking pictures of this flowering tree on my block of Perry Street. Because we’ve never had a flowering tree on Perry Street. I don’t know who planted this and when, but I am seeing it for the first time myself. It’s small now, but of course it will grow.
I thought as long as I’m taking a picture I might as well get a dog in the shot. Because what photograph isn’t improved by the presence of a dog??
2 thoughts on “New York City is in bloom. And dogs.”
What a beautiful street! I miss all the gloriously huge OLD trees that lined my neighborhood streets since most were destroyed during the 2011 tornado. Sigh.
Yeah, I remember you posting about that. A terrible loss. Have new trees been planted?