Rain, drizzle, mist, rain. That was today’s weather sequence. Rain when I woke up. Drizzle through my commute. A curtain of mist when I entered my workplace. And rain cascaded me exit.
I wimped out and took the train home. But I got back in time to spend a couple of hours in the Botanical Garden.
A show about Van Gogh and nature will begin Friday. I plan to attend: Flowers? One of my favorite artists? What’s not to like?
I figured, correctly, that if nothing else, the aftermath of the rain that had subsided by that time would enhance the flowers’ and trees’ scents. It also seemed to amplify birds’ songs. Perhaps I heard them so clearly because they had to share the park with so few visitors.
Even though most of the lilacs—my favorite flowers—are gone, the scents of those that remained found my nose even before I reached the lilac garden.
On my way back to my apartment, I detoured to visit a friend.
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| Maria. She and other New York bodega cats are a species of their own. |
Marlee didn’t seem jealous. They rubbed against my ankles as I walked through the door.
