The other day I was fiddling round with my little tree pit gardens in front of the building, when someone stopped and said,"Now that's a garden!.......Flowers and everything!" He had just come from The High Line which had disappointed him as it was mostly 'weeds'.
Of course tastes differ wildly, but I'm besotted with 'natural' plantings -- so utterly different from the 'Corporation Carpark' style of my lost youth where everything was planted in straight lines. Red white and blue, red white and blue and so on.
Look at the fluffy grasses
and some sort of wild artichoke (I think!)
Bad photo but funny poster.
More of the wild artichoke and the Richard Meier Building.
This little bit of orphan rail line is in the West Village way below the gentrified bit of the High Line.
We were heading South to Spring Street to have lunch at The Ear, a very scruffy pub with good food.
