Like many New Yorkers, I often leave the city for nature breaks in the summer. But this year, with the pandemic and the constant stream of alarming information that can overload the senses, I’ve even been skipping the walks I love to take in Woodside, missing out on my neighbors’ Instagram-worthy gardening.
So instead of waiting outside the doctor’s office, I explored the streets of Rego Park: They were quiet, and I felt my mind calming.
[“Nature deficit disorder” is really a thing.]
That’s how I noticed that the landscape was amplifying itself — like uncut hair that says, “I’ve been working from home.” Flowers were popping up, impatiens and marigolds, and there was a giant shrub with white blossoms and a fragrance I stopped to take in as a bumblebee kept its social distance.
Becoming more aware of my surroundings, I saw a tree with small white flowers — a linden, very common in the city. Then I caught sight of The Cherries. Wow. It seemed as if Bob Ross had painted his “happy trees” everywhere on one block, only with bright red cherries and yellow-orange ones as well. In the middle of this lush scene, I suddenly felt centered and safe — hugged.
A lot of Queens neighborhoods sound green — Bayside, Forest Hills, Fresh Meadows — reminding us that nature has always been here for us.
Now my goals for this summer are more focused and cherry-tree inspired: No matter what’s going on, find ways to grow. Let’s go! Happy summering.
It’s Monday — stop and smell the flowers.