Last summer I made my first visit to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden with my dad, and this weekend, while my dad was taking part in the Great Saunter (which he finished! 32 miles in 12 hours), I took my mom to see the cherry blossoms.
Last summer I made my first visit to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden with my dad, and this weekend, while my dad was taking part in the Great Saunter (which he finished! 32 miles in 12 hours), I took my mom to see the cherry blossoms.
My favorite New York City activity is back, and no, for once I don’t mean going to the theater. I’m talking about walking everywhere. I shared a few photos recently, taken on my first spring rambles, but what I’m most enjoying is being able to, once again, reliably use my feet as a method of transportation.
I spent a few hours this weekend outside. I know, I should’ve spent the WHOLE weekend outside, but I got a little caught up in migrating this blog over and, well, time got away from me. It was gorgeous out, and I think (knock wood!) that the spring weather is finally here to stay. I was optimistic enough to buy sunscreen when I was in Rite Aid the other day!
I’ve been trying to take my new (to me) DSLR camera out with me when I have time to ramble around. I still have a ton to learn! I’m really excited to be taking a beginner’s photography class next month so that I can actually learn about aperture and f-stops and exposure – all things I probably learned in my high school photography class, with regular SLR cameras and film, but which I’ve forgotten over the last decade.
It’s my first real Prospect Park Sunday ramble of spring. I’ve been here a couple times over the last few months on those weekends where we’ve gotten a taste of warm weather or sunshine, but today I’m in shorts and a t-shirt and flip flops.
I’m regretting the flip flops, but everything else was the right call.
Here in New York we’ve officially taken a left turn from “Is it spring yet?” into “Should I put the air conditioner in the window now?” territory. In just a few weeks we’ve entered the world of not needing to wear a jacket at night and leaving the ceiling fans on at all times. God forbid I fall asleep under my quilt, because I willwake up sweaty and uncomfortable.
This is my problem with springtime: it’s too short. If I’m going to have to deal with seasonal allergies and sporadic rainfall, can’t I at least get a month where the high temperature is seventy-five and the low is sixty? We’ve already left that high temp in the dust, and we’re only halfway into May! And as you might remember, winter dragged things out for an obscenely long time.
When you were out and about this Sunday, did you notice thousands of bicyclists riding through the city? I was home sleeping in and after a busy Saturday, but apparently it was the annual Five Boro Bike Tour.
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