I walked the length of Union Street today, from where it crosses Henry to where it ends, at Prospect Park. Some people walk the seawall around Stanley Park; I walk Union Street.
The journey to it was better than the park itself, which depressed me.
I saw the lovely garden next to the Gowanus Canal and took a lot of pictures for the Cape Horticultural Society. I will give a"talk" on New York gardens in Cape Town in the winter (their summer). This is my favourite garden. The gardener is Kristin, and she is reclusive, as good gardeners should be. Her boyfriend had promised 8 foot sunflowers, and he wasn't kidding. Early in the summer I found him watering her sidewalk flowers and could hardly imagine, then, the yellow giants I found today.
I have never really liked sunflowers. They seemed too obvious. Too yellow and way too cheerful. There was about as much publicity and as much public adulation about them as there was about the Da Vinci code and I thought them equally horrible.
But I have been converted. As you will see.