No, this picture isn't new. It's a couple of years old and I'm waiting impatiently for it to recur. These flowering trees are near the Shakespeare Garden in Central Park and they're magnificent ... when they finally bloom.
Meanwhile I've been trying to stick to my goal of going out and enjoying but the city -- well, the weather -- has been fighting against me hard. Yesterday was cold and rainy all day, although Saturday had been nice enough I spent four hours out and about. Then this morning I took my camera and thought I'd go into the park from the post office. It was cool but sunny as I walked to the P.O. But after a short and efficient [glory be!] transaction, I went out and found the clouds had moved in and the wind was brisker and, like a whipped dog, I tucked in my tail and headed for a bagel shop for a "toasted, buttered sesame and small black." Ah well, my heart was willing but my good intentions not reciprocated. Maybe tomorrow.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!