After breakfast, I walked to Central Park and enjoyed wandering through it. Tulips and daffodils are out and the blossoms are gloriously white and shiny in the early morning sun. I felt like I could see the leaves emerging on certain trees, like furry caterpillars come to life. We are heading out on the train very soon to CT to stay with my brother and his family for the weekend.
I am glad. NY is crowded with tourists, and the pace and noise are too much for me. I read a column in the NY Times today on things to do with children.
It says "You don't have to leave New York City to explore the wilderness. The New York Botanical Garden's grounds and 50-acre forest are the sites of several family events in which to discover nature." I sat next to a little two foot tree in a pot yesterday and spoke with it. I felt we were both needing a little more green. I find Esalen claustrophobic, too many people squeezed in too close to the cliff, so you can imagine how I feel about calling cultivated and well-planned grounds a wilderness. I understand that we humans are nature, and I like feeling what goes on within, but sometimes I need a little more nature, so I am ready to catch the train out of town. The car horns seem to be more prevalent today. Perhaps everyone is in a hurry to escape.
I think it is the constant hum that amazes me, even in the park. It is like living in a bee hive. I am imaging myself as a bee scout looking for some flowers on which to alight so I can find some pollen looking for a ride.