My mom and I took the 6 train up the West Side and then walked towards the NE corner of Central Park and the tulips I hoped would be in bloom.
They were. In the great formal circle they had just started to open on the north side (south facing) while their compatriots in the southern half remained in bud.
We sat under the allee of crabapples and had our picnic lunch, listening to birds and sniffing the pale pink air.
The English Garden in spring, just to the south, is not subtle.
On its sloped edges is a woodland planting, pale green and interesting, while inside the clipped hedges muscari and daffodils run riot.
The old crabapples dropped soft blossoms in the breeze as we walked beneath them.
We left quite happy.