So I’ve visited the High Line a couple of times. This year it was in early spring, just as things were starting to sprout. And I have to admit, it was easy to get distracted by other things.
Like the gardener, quietly working in an area that was surprisingly, empty of visitors.
And the billboards.
And the community underfoot.
And others enjoying a view.
There’s a garden in front of the Homeland Security, US Coast Guard office, Staten Island Ferry Terminal.
Including bee hives. Decorated and securely strapped to cement blocks. Not sure why. Are there honey thieves lurking at the docks?
As supers get added throughout the summer, two story hives will change to three-story walk-ups and eventually honey apartment buildings.
It was cool and windy when we visited, so bees were laying low. In fact, some of the hives still had their winter feeding jars on them. But plants were set out at the ready – I’m sure they are planted by now.
Nice little oasis in a very busy area.
I’ve visited the NYBG a number of times and this spring it’s noticeably late in getting its bloom on. But the ferns were gracefully unfurling. And the native plant garden was just starting to bloom including shooting stars – my favourite wild flower.
The rock garden troughs looked in pretty good shape – the evergreens and cedars obviously over-wintered without any problem. If only I could make that happen on the balcony.
On a cloudless run to the mountains yesterday, found the autumn colours were still hanging in. On the flats, through the Morley reserve, most of the poplar trees were bare. It’s such a windy stretch of road, it’s not surprising. But in Banff, it seemed to be the day where some of the poplars were letting go a full range of seasonal colour. And giving off that great smell of rubbery, damp leaves on their final journey down to the ground.
The beauty of fall colours never disappoint.