New York has been becoming a prettier place lately. It's never going to be an English country village or anything like that--nor would one wish it to be. Luis Lugan has adopted this bed on 9th Avenue by 25th Street.
Here are coneflowers and petunias and some remarkably huge zinnias which he grew from seed.
There is all sorts of construction going on the other side of the road, but people have been very respectful of his efforts and stop to admire them.
I was so taken with Luis' zinnias that we had to have them too --imitation being the sincerest form of flattery, or: monkey see: monkey do. Rather a jumble of stuff growing, and the past-it pink daisy about to get the heave ho.
In another bed, right next to the Escalade wheel, some golden gage, the zinnias, the only green nicotinias that weren't nicked and a potato vine on the rampage.
Question: Should the potato vine be cut back or allowed to smother all of Chelsea?