Is it weird that I have a nature sounds app on my phone and on weekends when hanging out in the apartment with Monkey I play birdsong to drown out the traffic noise? I long to live in the country: fresh air, growing my own vegetables, falling asleep to the sound of crickets, waking to the sound of birds, cursing at deer for snacking on my flowers, hosting dinner parties under the stars in my backyard, drinking coffee on the porch on Sunday mornings as the sun comes up, driving to the farmer’s market in my well-loved pickup truck to sell eggs from my brood of hens.
Instead, each morning I cram myself onto a subway train where someone’s backpack digs into my ribcage, the person in front of me clearly forgot to brush their teeth, and the a/c isn’t working. People look each other over until they are caught staring then quickly avert their eyes. Then it’s up ten thousand flights of stairs out of the subway to the office, where I sit on my ass for 8+ hours straight. WHY! Oh, yeah…a paycheck.
There is respite from city life, and I just found it at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. I went on a Friday morning when there were very few people about. The Japanese Garden was so serene and smelled like soft pine and cool earth. There were dusty green turtles sunning themselves by a waterfall and a variety of colored koi. It was utterly calming. I’m not a fan of store-bought roses because they don’t actually smell anymore, but the Rose Garden was lush with all kinds of beautiful roses and flowers that smelled heavenly. I wish there was a way to bottle up those scents and transport them home with me.
Here are some pics from my visit:
There are more pics on my Instagram feed @lorrainehuntnyc