A Rose Blooms in Brooklyn

Okay, it can happen to anyone.  I had a blog post up for tonight and then managed to accidentally delete it.  So I am going to try to repost it, but it just isn't going to be the same.

I spent this weekend in Brooklyn, one of the five boroughs of New York City.

Tourists congregate in Manhattan, with its skyscrapers, museums, Broadway theaters, and other well known attractions. But most of the population of New York City does not live on Manhattan Island.  They live in the five outer boroughs:  Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx and Staten Island.  In those boroughs, they will find neighborhoods, restaurants, ethnic markets, and - trees.  Lot of trees. Small backyard gardens.  Flowering plants. Parks.  Birds.

I was born in Queens and grew up in The Bronx.  My Mom grew up in Manhattan.  My Dad grew up (and spent a lot of his life) in Brooklyn.  So, my heritage spans a lot of the great city of New York.

Why not join me in a little excursion out of Manhattan?  Let's hop a subway together - destination, Brooklyn.

 
In a childhood friend's backyard in Brooklyn, a fragrant rose blooms.  (I hope to feature more of her back yard sometime in the near future.)  These were just about done blooming - I was lucky to find this one still opening.

In a nearby front yard, pink and red roses bloom.  I could swear I heard a mockingbird sing.

And finally, in still another nearby yard, a Yellow Rose of Brooklyn.

Not everyone in Brooklyn has a yard.  Many people live in apartment buildings and condos.  But the lucky people who are able to own homes cherish every square inch of their small yards.

Have you visited New York City and ventured out of the familiar tourist areas?  If you did, I'd love to hear your adventures.