I went looking for Spring at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Sure I had to deliver my collage to their art show, Visions of Nature, hanging until March 8th in the Steinhardt Conservatory Gallery.
But I NEEDED signs of SPRING and went searching for them at the BBG.
BERRIES FROM FALL
Nandina provides a shot of color but no feeling of spring.
A hint of a promise, a slight swelling of the magnolia buds.
The paths are perfectly plowed, black ice coated with sand. I have the garden almost to myself.
I'm starting to appreciate this winter thing.
Lurking in the background of this image of crab apples remaindered from fall, is the Brooklyn Museum of Art which adjoins the Garden. As I attempt to take photos with my smart phone, messages pop up three separate times begging me to come to the museum. THE NERVE! I have to stop paying attention to the garden and photography and three times delete their messages. I should have marched right in, demanded to speak to the PR director and ranted. But my feet were cold.
On the 18th floor of my building, the garden I've tended for 10 years is dressed in snow. A bird perches atop the center of the iron fence. Plenty of fruits and seeds are begging to be eaten: rose hips, Aronia and Virginia creeper berries, grasses and annuals seeds still clinging.
City kids make forts just as well as country kids; the materials may differ slightly.