“When the little blue bird, who would never say a word starts to sing, Spring….”
The season is here and a young man’s fancy may turn to love, but I usually turn to Claritin.
For those of you who are not sure that it is spring just take a walk in the Lower East Side. The crocus flowers are blooming. the robins are singing and the magnolia trees are filled with buds that are about to burst.
If I survive the onslaught of pollen, it will be quite lovely.
Here are a few suggestions for the next coming weeks,
Brooklyn Botanical Garden