Focus

I certainly find myself seduced by the flowering trees and great bulbs that you can find up and down most blocks in the city these days. However, there was something quite magical about the less brilliant but serene and contemplative west garden at the Cloisters yesterday. Less food for the ego; more space to just be and smile at nature emerging slowly from slumber.

Check out the soft glow from the buds of this espalier pear tree.



These lenten roses have a hard time competing for my attention next to the tulips in Washington Square Park, but here their soft colors and downcast heads make sense.



And what's not to love about hen and chicks in a pot.