Today I taped my bike together and rode north to Fort Tryon Park, where the forsythias were intense.
This shot is from across the archway, not far from the Cloisters.
I couldn’t stop taking pictures.
For some reason they weren’t quite as impressive up close: maybe it lacked a sense of scale.
A sense of these avalanches of yellow flowers cascading down the mountain.
There were other flowers on display, such as this weeping cherry. (I think.)
And this white magnolia.
I think.
the heather garden was equally ‘triptastic.’
Dotted with blue … grape hyacinth (maybe)?
The elm in the background just waking up.
Daffodils everywhere, flitting about.
This is like a picture of spring break, except instead of the beach in Florida filled with drunk teens, it’s daffodils in Fort Tryon Park. There was perhaps a time when I might have preferred the former.
Here’s a pink cloud that I think might be another magnolia, but in bush form?
I couldn’t get very close because of the fence.
Like the daffodils, I just peered.
The path through the heather garden. Above, the frondescent green haze of the elms.
My name is Heather Phantasmagoria, what’s yours?
Let’s all take a moment to thank Bette Midler, the patron saint of uptown parks.
Before we are buried under ten feet of rolling forsythia.
