My little St. Agnes branch of the New York Public Library around the corner from me has been closed for renovation for quite some time, forcing me to tread over to the Yorkville branch on East 79th Street with some regularity. This is a nuisance, but it’s also a good thing because it gives me the excuse to walk across town through the park and get to know the east side a little better.
Today, I was amply rewarded by coming upon two little gardens in front of what seemed to be privately owned townhouses on East 78th Street. Since there are no tulips and hyacinths showing their colors elsewhere, these gardens appeared as if by magic. I can only imagine that the various bulbs were forced in a greenhouse and planted in full bloom, resulting in miniature gardens that looked like still-life paintings.
My first thought was, “Ah to be rich enough to own a townhouse and plant my own little garden.” Soon a feeling came tumbling down, burying the thought: gratitude for the gift of these gardens to this city street and this city person.