Prunus subhirtella "Autumnalis Rosea"...
And my old friend, the amelanchier, whose berries will be ripe in June. Beneath the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges, in what must be the noisiest park on the planet. BECAUSE OF THE TRAINS ON THE MANHATTAN BRIDGE!
There is one nice spot of Forsythia growing, draping, weeping?, down a retainment at the beginning (or is it end?)of Jackie Robinson Parkway, going East toward the "beaches." It has woodland above, and the wall weeps yellow tears for spring.
ReplyDeleteYou wax poetic, Frank.
ReplyDeleteBetsy Smith, an LA I used to work with, called it Spring Barff!
Waxy, waxy poetry
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