One day I attend a free art show at the Park Avenue Amory put on via the auspices of the American Folk Art Museum, celebrating the Year of the Quilt. The exhibition was entitled Infinite Variety: Three Centuries of Red and White Quilts. Over 600 quilts, only in red and white. It was really overwhelming, and I wished so much that Grandma Ollie could have been with me. I suspect though, that the hundreds of mostly anonymous quilters were there with us in spirit. Why else would I have been so weepy?
I don't know my quilting patterns so much, but I'm pretty sure this one is a Tree of Life:
One of the other days I went back to The New York Botanical Gardens to check out the annual orchid show and to hike around the forest paths in near solitude. One mental health day spent in nature, hiking about, enjoying the sun, almost silence, and hints of spring will really recharge your soul.
This day the conservatory wasn't as crowded, so I had a chance to really get up close and personal with one of my favorites:
I'll have more photo essays on each excursion later.
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