A neon riot of primroses, not looking very like what you might find in an English hedgerow.
Instant gratification. But with overnight temperatures dipping below freezing, what folly. Not to mention still-frozen planters on rooftops, and soil on the Mainland.
I was about to pick up some narcissus for the terrace, just a potful...when I saw stephanotis. Then reason fled. Of course it will have to stay inside, though summer outside will be fine, but no flowers then.
I visited Culpeper's in London when I was thirteen, and fell in love with their Stephanotis eau de toilette. I hope I just dabbed it on, because it is a heady scent. It would probably make me sick now. Whenever someone went to London, eau de toilette had to come back with them. And for a long time my mom had the vine twining about an old wrought iron railing. Those are my excuses, anyway. I bought two pots, for work, from the affable Benjamin and Jeffrey at Foliage Garden.
Outside another flower shop, selling just-cut blooms, was a trove of South Africans...proteas, pincushions.
If you want to be cheered up it's best to visit this New York block of flowers in the morning, because that's when all the flower shops are still doing business. They open in the wee hours. I hope they continue to do so for a long time. Somehow I feel it's an iconic part of the city that is poised on the edge.