|A delivery van pulls up in front of a shop in New York's flower district.|
|A refreshing green alley.|
|Wholesale selections of greenery.|
|Attempting to capture the conservatories.|
|Orchid roots suspended over an indoor walkway.|
Heavy humidity began to snake through the gardens at mid-morning, followed by crowds of schoolchildren. I could tell that this was a much-anticipated field trip for them, and I chuckled when I realized I had this much in common with them. As a big fan of children's gardens myself, I had been just as happy to look through the discovery garden, eye out the school vegetable plots and peer up into the giant twig sculptures.
|In the Discovery Garden, I found kid-sized sitting areas where they can sort samples from the miniature meadow, forest and farm demonstrations.|
|This twig sculpture was created specifically for the site by Patrick Dougherty.|
|This area contains handfuls of vegetable plots tended by local schoolchildren.|
Walking back over the Brooklyn Bridge and through Manhattan, I saw gardens peeking out in all sorts of spaces. . .
|A Greenwich Village flower box.|
|An front door display in Uptown.|
|Decadent pink hydrangeas|
|Central Park is clearly the heart of the city. It's in the way people carry themselves there, under the century old trees and across the verdant lawns.|
|Sophisticated rooftop gardens and sun rooms in the museum mile|
|Roses rival the skyline at Jefferson Market Garden.|
In my meanderings I hadn't done much shopping. Just before I left, I visited one of the eclectic vintage clothing shops near my hotel. Here was a very floral part of New York City, right under my nose! Floral prints, embroidered greenery and satin blooms bombarded me from every corner. Though the fabric flowers were charming, it was an understated pink vase from the 1950's that spoke the loudest to me. I carried it back home. I doubted that New York City could ever be described in a nutshell. . . though it could be described as a vessel itself. . .