Showers of Callery pear blossoms falling like snow yesterday. What a day. The Color Chart exhibition at MoMA, better than I expected, was not so crowded, I think since the midtown side streets were cordoned off for Papa Ratzi. A much more important visitor, long-lost SM, was in town and we had a good visit amidst the colors. The swinging fan in the atrium was fun.
In the afternoon, we planted some rare varieties in tiny newspaper-origami planters at the Sow-In: clockwise from ten o’clock, bee balm, chives, fish peppers, and sage.
A wave of yellow-rumped warblers splashed ashore in Prospect Park recently, so they were all about the Ravine this morning. Though overcast and rather cooler than yesterday, the park was loud with coos, squeaks, squawks, trills, tweets, whistles, and warbles. I got in about 9:30 a.m., so I imagine it was a much more vibrant chorus around 6. The grackles in the pines at the tip of the Peninsula were all are whistle and squawk. With their keel-like tails, they hover slowly into landings. Pigeons nesting under the Terrace Bridge were throbbing. Highlights: field sparrow on the Peninsula; black and white warbler, blue-headed vireo, & brown-headed cowbird in Vale. Also mute swan, Canada goose, mallard duck, ruddy duck, blue jay, northern cardinal, mourning dove, Am. robin, ruby-crowned kinglet, red-winged blackbird, red-bellied wp, downy wp, white breasted nuthatch, titmouse, tree swallow, barn swallow, palm warbler, white-throated sparrow, chipping sparrow, swamp sparrow, starling, house sparrow. Some perv has strung a dozen or more panties from a tree behind the mute swan nest.