We walked out today to go and visit our new little friend, Vi ("Vee") who is ten days old.
Outside the apartment-buildings-with-no-name the cherry is in bloom. I have no good pictures of it. The building's bricks don't help and there always seems to be a white sky above. I think the answer might be a7am photocall.
On Bergen the short-lived pear blossom is already giving way to green leaves.
After our visit we headed back to the subway on West 23rd Street.
And by the time we were back in the hod the light had changed.
After picking up some dinner fixins' at Union Market, where the incredibly rude bakery guy was barked at by Vince, who never barks at anyone, we did our usual butcher-baker-candlestick-maker tour of stores for dinner. Here for vegetables, there for coffee, elsewhere for rolls, farther on for South African Shiraz...
On the last stretch the Zelkovas looked positively pretty, in a green, lacy way. Maybe I am beginning to soften up on them, too.