Friday, March 8, 2013
All is quiet on the terrace front. But it's been a busy week. Publishing meetings, and then visiting Martha Central yesterday: very interesting, seeing the enormous space for Martha's empire. Its footprint occupies an entire city block; the photo studios, bright white editorial offices - the beautiful layouts for next year's magazine editions already up on walls of editors' offices. Test kitchens, props room, views over the Hudson....
The hour chatting live on Martha Live with Stephen Orr flew by. I may have laughed too much and perhaps I developed a nervous twitch for 15 seconds, but it was a lot of fun and Stephen made it very easy. I walked south afterwards on the High Line, one of about six people on it, in a light and wet snow. The buds of Viburnum (probably "Mohawk", or similar) are about to break, and the witch hazels were in bloom.
I was up till the wee hours buried in bright Post It notes, and sent off my book pages via messenger this morning (cold, wet messenger in wet snow), wee, wee, wee back to Manhattan. There are some more photos to finalize and that is today's task, along with a garden consultation in the East Village. I'll wear snow boots.
Somebody, somewhere, enjoy some après-ski for me.