Brooklyn Botanic Garden

        

I first came to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden the day after I arrived in New York, on a drizzly Saturday morning.  The garden was full of wisteria and rows of lush blossoming lilacs and the tail ends of cherry trees and tulips.  When I went back again this Tuesday, it as all bluebells and peonies and huge shocks of azaleas.  Rhododendrons that had just budded on my first visit erupted a week and a half later.

It’s like visiting a museum where the exhibit is constantly changing.

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