Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Spring has been spreading its magic over New York City for the past three weeks. Today, on the way to the dog park, I breathed in the heady scent of lilacs, stronger than the hyacinths (which bloomed last week). The arrival of the lilacs always brings a mixture of pleasure and sadness. Lilacs have the loveliest of scents, but as late bloomers they herald the end of spring. So, here at long last, is my spring inventory. The daffodils that appeared first have for the most part withered away, except for a few hangers-on in shady spots. Next came the hyacinths, turning the night-time air to honey. Then one of the trees in the heather garden turned into white lace. This was followed by other trees bursting into cotton candy. The ground cover of the garden has turned into a jungle of green, aflame here and there with lavender and yellow flowers. The trees overhead have begun to spread a canopy of electric green. It is a young lime-green, the leaves still small and uncertain about their ability to provide shade. And, oh, the tulips! Standing stock straight in a rainbow of beauty: red, orange, pink, yellow, peach, deepest, darkest purple. And, of course, the lilacs, whose scent I wish I could capture in a bottle, to release at home during the dark nights of winter.