A midnight snow falls in Manhattan, blanketing surfaces with a coat of soft white. Commuters, eager to arrive at their havens of heat, quickly turn city sidewalks to slushy, dirty paths. On the streets, taxis trudge by, wheels spinning on sludge when the light turns green.
Walking through The Battery, one appreciates the beauty of Mother Nature’s delivery. The fallen snow dampens sounds during a garden stroll. The stand of London Plane trees in the Bosque reminds you of a winter walk through the woods. Notice how snow reveals form and structure in the gardens: spires of Hosta ‘Vanity Lace’ flower stalks stand at attention; seed heads of Monarda ‘Aquarius’ wear white caps tilted to the side; benches, monuments, and the Labyrinth show more prominently against the monochromatic white.