Three weeks after building our snowman, Curley, we were strolling through the New York Botanical Garden, our coats dangling over our arms. Spring is less than a week away, and nothing is more encouraging after a long stressful winter to see crocuses and other pastel-colored buds poking their heads through a softening soil.
Even the goldfish in the chilly pond appeared to be in a better mood. Everyone was shaking off winter’s lethargy. What I love about the photo of the fish pond is that not only can you see the reflection of the clouds, but also the reflection of my cell phone. That’s because our little jaunt to the gardens yesterday was meant to be a family photography trip–Anna with her hot pink digital camera she received at Christmas, and me with our old digital. Instead, we forgot both cameras and had to rely on cell phones to capture they magic. And they did–in their own fuzzy way.
