Central Park, Early Spring

It was one of those “It doesn’t get any better than this” afternoons. Fresh from a massage at Equinox (courtesy of a gift certificate from my daughters from last Mother’s Day – that’s how long it took me to find a free hour…), I strolled across Central Park to my voice lesson on the Upper West Side. The weather was balmy and even the slightly overcast sky could not dampen my mood. For although it is only mid-March, the forsythia were in full bloom,

as were the daffodils

and even the cherry trees.

The  American elms in Mall were starting to bud

while bubbles were being blown at the Band Shell

and Baldo, as always, was keeping watch over it all.

I snapped a group  shot for some tourists, listened to a pedicab rider speaking Swahili on his cell phone as he rode along looking for a passenger, and stopped to enjoy some casual New Orleans style jazz.

Early though it may be, it’s Spring in New York City.

Bring it on.