Thursday

Looking South waiting for the rain to arrive.

Looking down - always a bit dizzy-making.

Planters on the roof with too much thyme and rather healthy mint.

And lots of lavender. (Such contrasts of urban and rural.)

Five minutes after I came down from the roof  - it rained and rained.

In the evening I went uptown to teach, but did not wear a charming chapeau. It was rush hour and pelting with rain and the subways were stifling and smelly, then the bus I changed to crawled...

So, on the way home, I sprang for a taxi. A mixed blessing as the driver was YELLING on this phone and the little partition wouldn't close, so I couldn't chat.

That aside, Times Square was as gloriously garish as ever.

Happy Weekend.

Sunday in the Park with Bloggers

A sunny Sunday in Bryant Park

The Bank of America Building all sheeny and modernismo.

Luckily, wherever you are, leaves and plants soothe.

Judy brings hummus and tomatoes. Margaret brings

  cucumber sandwiches. Cherries and walnut cookies

complete the feast. Judy says after lunch that  something

 is going to be happening in Times Square.

We walk there and discover all manner of people: those who insist that

 God speaks directly to them and that He requires them to shout it at us.

Those who find clothing semi-optional......

We discover the Naked Cowboy's cowgirl

 and all sorts of tourists.

Then, to our delight, there is dancing in the street. 

Planned impromptu, but fun anyway. The sun is very bright.

The cops check the paperwork of the event's planners.

Everything in order.