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Friday, May 12, 2017

Springtime Sketchbook











I don't remember ever seeing as many flowers as I've seen this Spring. Daffodils, tulips, pansies, posies, hyacinth, daisies, and morning glories. You can't swing a dead cat in this town without hitting one.

“It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” 
Mark Twain
















The daffodils have been especially brilliant and breathtaking. Madison Square Park alone has over fifty varieties of daffodils blooming in it. I only knew of one daffodil before reading the story of the 3 million daffodil bulbs that were planted in NYC after September 11, 2001 as a living memorial.


“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
Percy Bysshe Shelley


















The removal of the Bank of America Winter Village from Bryant Park is always one of the highlights of the year for me. The new lawn is in and even though you can't sit on it yet you can sit around it and breathe it in. We gather mid-day like animals around an oasis.



“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”


Ranier Maria Rilke









“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” 
Ernest Hemingway