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.