We popped back into Manhattan for just a bit. To visit one of our Taproot stockists (McNally Jackson - what a wonderful bookstore!), but let's be real, there was a very strong magnetic pull to Purl Soho. How could I come all this way and not go there? That wall of Liberty needed to be seen with my very own eyes. Oh my. I think I'll be dreaming about that wall for weeks (and admiring the treasures I brought home, dreaming up just what to make with them). Then back into Brooklyn, where we visited a farmers market, some gardens, strolled the streets, scouted out great shops, and did plenty more eating (our last yummy dinner at Saraghina) as our trip came to a close.
This country mouse has quite enjoyed my stay in New York City. It's been many many years since I've been here, and perhaps with the passing of years, confidence and maturity have given me new eyes with which to see it, and most importantly - to not fear getting lost! Not surprisingly, I fell in love with the bits of wild that creep into the city, the backyard, rooftop and public gardens, and the ways in which people beautify their space (is it strange that I want a stoop to decorate/garden on now?). I'm eager to visit again soon - to share the energy of the place especially with two not-so-little boys of mine who would certainly fall in love with it all.
But now...home. Where I hear the black flies are out in full force, and the lilacs are just about ready to bloom. I can't wait.