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I became a 'gardener' at the Conservatory Garden in Central Park (please do go: entrance at the Vanderbilt Gate, on Fifth Avenue between 104th and 105th Streets). Well, I am not actually a gardener, just a contributor, but for my contribution they give me live updates on blooms. Out of any information in the city, I want to know about blooms. I ride my bike to work through the park most days now and monitor blooming, but I also like to dream from my desk of the florets hatching out there. Just look at that fancy lady shedding her fur coat above.
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Colette likes blooms too. She has learned to see flowers, pet them gently and lean down to scrunch up her nose and pretend to smell. I don't know if there is aroma entering or not. Doubtful. But very cute enactment.
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She is telling herself and passersby a whole lot of stories these days. Wistful tales of dogs and trees and what she thinks about her place among them - hers hands pantomime all the action. This one is a real social creature - she literally lights up and reaches out for people if they come near during her performances.
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2 comments:
I wonder where she gets that social nature from?
Ditto!
She also couldn't look more like you if she tried!
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