Sometimes when I’m feeling blue, I’m lucky enough to remember to head to a garden. Living as I do in New York City, this aim usually involves a walk–a good thing, since getting my body moving is a good way to start feeling better.
Since I lost my beloved 19-year-old Siamese cat last Wednesday, my frame of mind was far from cheerful on Saturday–and since it was already October 10, I went to the Conservatory Garden not expecting to see anything in bloom. Boy, was I surprised!
Once there, I got involved in photographing the beauty and had a salutary respite from mourning my cat’s death.
I want to express gratitude for gardens and say special thanks to the brilliant landscape architects and gardeners who know about late blooming flowers and remember to include them in the garden planting scheme.