I wish I could press Pause on this part of spring.
This is perfect.
Above, North Woods' tree architecture with a suggestion of fresh green.
Beneath the trees, an indigenous bluebell wood: Mertensia virginica, being stalked by yellow lesser celandine, which never gives up.
The ball fields are populated.
The hill above the Conservatory Garden is pale green.
There are violets in the grass.
And the magnolias are in peak bloom.
The outer circles of the English garden here are filled with perennials in spring (and summer).
And while the blocks of bulbs are very springy, they are stiffly alarming to me. I prefer the looser summer iteration of these beds.
The Berberis julianae hedge is pretending to be a holly and vibrating with bees.
In the Italian garden the spirea is engulfing a lamp post...
...and there is just one visitor to the only beach in Harlem.