We took the bus to Fort Tryon park, which was overflowing with mid-summer green. This would be a good sign to wear around my neck after a particularly trying spell of weather. There were a few dead spots scattered throughout the garden. And a few new plants, such as this blue spruce, which I'm sure will be able to handle the ice and snow. On the whole, the garden was like a dream, with butterflies, birds, and bumblebees darting here and there among the flowers. It made me wish that our garden had more light (and butterflies), but we've learned to live with our limitations. Clematis vines -- many of which we recognized from failed attempts to grow them in our garden -- bloomed wildly. Even the yarrow looked good. Trees hovered benevolently over the proceedings, offering shade to those who wanted it (but not too much!) The red hollyhocks didn't want any shade at all, of course. We won't be growing hollyhocks until we move to our imaginary three-acre estate, which will have a sunny perennial garden. For now it's more than enough to admire the park, which belongs to everyone who cares to visit.