I remember my Grandmother said to me that when she was still fairly young her parents moved the family to Brooklyn and she saw trees for the first time. She had lived in Manhattan, downtown on Hudson and Gansevoort Street, and her Father had been a Baker. They lived in a building that is still there, on the floor above the bakery which was below. In summer time she told me it was so hot that they slept on the fire escape and sometimes went to a nearby park. It may be that there were trees there, but somehow when she moved to Brooklyn, she felt that it was moving up in the world because of all the trees and greenery.
The other day a beautiful friend I hadn't seen in a while invited me to go with her to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. I hadn't been there in what feels like a very long while, and it was just the kind of trip I needed and just the kind of day with a beautiful friend that would give me some much needed joy.
We walked and talked and sat in the various gardens and took time to look at all the beautiful plants and shrubs and bushes and trees, and we also saw so many wonderful animals and saw and heard so many beautiful birds. At one point we saw a rabbit, what seemed to be a baby, learning how to cross the asphalt path. It darted out and explored a bit and then went back into the shrubbery, darting out again after someone on foot had passed and running back after touching its feet on the pavement.
I had been so enchanted all day that when I saw the rabbit I realized I hadn't taken any videos, and so that was what I decided to try to capture. You can see this sweet visitor as I pan around through all the trees and green leaves and undergrowth. My Grandmother I think would have loved the day we had, just walking and talking and being in nature with so many lush, green trees and the beautiful blue sky above.
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