New York in Full BloomTuesday, May 07, 2013
Every spring, there are a few magical weeks when New York is in full bloom. The most mundane tasks, from walking to the subway to taking a coffee break outside, take on a dreamlike quality, with delicate canopies of pink and white blossoms hovering overhead, curving over streets and lining pathways. Whenever this time of the year comes around, I make an effort to spend more time outdoors, knowing how fleeting it all is.
The highlight of the season is the full blossoming of Brooklyn Botanic Garden's Cherry Esplanade. It's an event that I always look forward to—but not without a feeling of wistfulness. Not too long after the cherry blossom trees turn into fluffy clouds of rosy blooms, the petals begin to fall, leaving only a carpet of pink flowers. With that, that magical season ends, ushering in the dog days of summer. But for one afternoon last weekend, we took some time to sit underneath those canopies of cherry blossoms, taking it all in.
As the cherry blossom season comes to an end, I find myself wishing, as I do every year, that it could last forever. But as with everything else in life, we just have to accept that nature will take its course. We have to let go of some things in order to make room for everything else that life has in store.