Chelsea's Callery pear trees bloomed overnight--literally, between dusk and dawn. Every year I look forward to their flowers with such anticipation; the trees fill the parks and streets of New York City and symbolize true springtime to me. Yesterday they looked like this:
and today they look like this:
the townhouse gardens are full of daffodils and forsythia:
and on West 22nd Street there is a window box full of purple pansies:
