I hope that everyone who finds herself in Manhattan this weekend will take some time to gaze at the gorgeous cherry trees, in full swell on the East side by the reservoir. I can't recall ever seeing such a display--but then again, I say that every year.
This year the tiny twigs growing off the trunks are even blooming. It is as if the trees were pouring out their hearts.
The trees were a gift to the city of New York in memory of Otto Marx, a plaque informs us. I have no idea who he was, but he must have been beloved, as he inspired a great and generous gesture. And he must have loved New York City. That rosy canopy is enough to make anyone fall in love with this city. Look on in wonder, while the wonder lasts.