No surprise, I suppose. The minute I start bragging about California, New York has to start showing off.
I’ve been in the city for heaving snowstorms, 100+ degree scorchers and even for Hurricane Sandy, during which we nervously contemplated that unhinged crane dangling high in the sky over son Taylor’s apartment. But this is the first time I’ve been here to see the branches in Central Park go from bare to embroidered with green, all within a few days in the latter part of March. What a great time to be in the city!
I have a favorite route through the Park. I walk north on Central Park West past Tavern on the Green and enter the Park at 67th Street. Then, onward past Sheep Meadow, a left turn to walk along The Mall, and then a pause, always, to appreciate the angel statue at Bethesda Terrace. Then I continue downhill past the Boathouse, salute a squirrel or two along the paths and then pop out at 79th Street on the Upper East Side. It is one of the most exquisite mile-long strolls one could imagine and, of course, there is always a joyful parade of dogs to greet along the way. And sometimes even a celebrity – yesterday I passed actor Chiwetel Ejiofor and his lady love strolling hand in hand in the Park.
But the true luminaries in the Park this season are the blazingly yellow forsythia, the thousands of perky daffodils and the glorious flowering pear trees. Yes, the temperatures are supposed to plummet back down into the 20’s next week, but still, we’ve had a taste of spring:
There is no bad time to be in the city. But the end of March may be one of the best times. Just keep the puffer coat handy…
“It was a day in March, and the sky was a faint green with the first hint of spring. In Central Park, five hundred feet below, the earth caught the tone of the sky in a shade of brown that promised to become green, and the lakes lay like splinters of glass under the cobwebs of bare branches.” — Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead