Dear NYC, I promise not to hold a grudge.

Never fully recovered from our last deep-freeze February visit a few years back, so I scheduled NYC for March this year. After all, winter is over, right?

There were hopeful signs. Trees still bare, but there were buds on the forsythia and a few carefully-tended blooms along Fifth Avenue. People were out and about, strolling in the Park and hailing carriage rides along Central Park South. All in all, a lovely time to be in the city.

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And then it snowed. Okay, a spring snow. Fine. Pull the puffer out of the closet. After all, it will melt overnight; gives us bragging rights when we head back to California. And it’s pretty!

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We warmed up with coffee and calories. Sip an espresso over at our favorite Turkish place,  Beyoglu. An evening with Daniel at Peter Luger. Lunch at Nougatine, where the current iteration of their roast chicken is served with a frothy mustard sauce. Nothing to complain about here.

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BUT THEN IT SNOWED AGAIN! Giant wet clumps of wind-driven snow, snow and more snow. Not the foot they were predicting, but at least that much blocking every crosswalk; icy snow-walled moats of slush. One wrong step and you are going down. No one looks amused.

Beware the ides of March.

Et tú, New York?

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New York, how could you? Four days on and we are still skidding through crudely-hacked sidewalk paths. Today they are promising more snow. Or rain. Or, as some creative type at weather.com described it the other day, a “Wintry Mix”. Like it’s something we would choose off a menu. A succotash of snow. Thank you, no.

But I just can’t quit you, NYC. The snow may not melt anytime soon, but my heart does when I see a gorgeous sunrise over Fifth Avenue (not that one would see it through today’s blanketed skies)  and that gorgeous bouquet at the entrance to Balthazar. Full of promise. Spring is out there somewhere…

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About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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3 Responses to Dear NYC, I promise not to hold a grudge.

  1. dizzyguy says:

    Although a little snow never hurt anybody, I’m not sure it really helped anybody either. But I must confess to appreciating a nice dusting when it is not expected. The pics show how beautiful it can be. Somehow, most of the flowers and all of the creatures manage to deal with it and so we must also. And with all final data now tabulated, the results indicate that whining does not seem to help.

  2. Katherine says:

    Couldn’t have been whining because the photos and the phrasing made me almost hop a plane. (Not sure one could get in/out though.) Except for the possible slipping, it looks and sounds glorious. be safe and enjoy – nothing but blue skies here on this coast.

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