OK, I'll say it again: my favourite New York garden. Showing no hint of its summer self. I still haven't met Kirstin, being too shy to say hello the one time I saw her digging. Her boyfriend, more approachable when he was watering the sunflowers last year, told me about the problems with dogs messing the beds up, and I see there are now little fences around the edges.
Compare today's chilly graffiti above with the August-rich sunflowers I sent last summer to the Gowanus Lounge.And now...snow. Tonight. Hopefully.