Last week Diane asked me if I wanted to go to the Orchid Show at the New York Botanical Gardens, “Don’t worry I’ll drive, so you’ll be safe in the Bronx.”
Funny, coming from her – a native of the Bronx.
She started talking about the walls of Orchids created by the French designer Patrick Blanc and suddenly I remembered, “Hey, I wrote a PSA about this.”
Normally, when writing PSAs I liked to hunt for something that I found mildly interesting, or assumed my audience would find interesting. Often, things my audience would find interesting didn’t align with things I found interesting. Granted that may have something to do with the fact that I’m not a born New Yorker.
Friday, I found out, it has a LOT to do with the fact that I’m not a born New Yorker.
When I heard about the “Orchid Show” at the New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx. I thought, “Ok, cool. Some flowers.”
What’s the big deal in that? At home each spring my mother’s tulips bloom, the mums and rose bushes blossom and flowers sprout up from the left and right of the house beneath the giant maple where my tree swing hangs, in front of the rock wall formed from the boulders unearthed as they excavated for the foundation.
So what, then, is the big deal about a bunch of flowers.
Then Friday came and for a cool $20 we walked into the Gardens and went straight for the conservatory. The second we stepped past the main entrance, I realized why anyone in their right mind would pay $20 to see a bunch of open space.
Sure, there’s Central Park, but it’s not the same. In the Botanical Gardens there are flower gardens and herb gardens, everywhere you can smell something beautiful. Sweet bright flowers, sage, rosemary, thyme, jasmine, lavender. For the first time since living in New York I took a big deep beautiful breath of fresh air and reveled in my green surroundings.