I thought a walk in Brooklyn at the botanical gardens would be boring for a Vermonter. But I was enchanted at the sight of the roses lined up lush and in multitudes like armies of petals pushing color to the frontal lobes of our brain. The senses after the overload of darkness of nyc subways and then roses like royalty in formation of delicacy and color that is rich because of the sheer number of them.
Then the Japanese gardens looking mysterious and peaceful. The Koi fish huge and responding to the human voices above them by swarming about each other and slapping lacy tails. The turtles on stone islands with their small heads reaching out.
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