Have I ever mentioned that the HG and I are seriously directionally impaired? Never ask us to read a map or give directions ... we will invariably send you in the direction the opposite of that needed. Unfortunately, Bonnie shares that impairment, so we must rely on the kindness of strangers to get where we're going when we're together. With the help of our taxi driver and fellow visitors to the city, we arrived at last at the 14th street elevator, which took us up to the High Line. Here's what we saw that day.
|I love this plant but I'm not certain what it is. It's certainly Aster-like: would my East Coast readers let me know if that's correct? Update: based on the High Line plant lists and reader input, I believe this is Aster tartaricus 'Jindai".|
|I love how the paving was designed with grooves for plants to run or reseed.|
|I thought my Ex-Asters at home were floriferous until I saw these!|
|ID, please? I love the shocking pink blooms/fruits!|
|Just one view of what's going on below the High Line.|
|I was much enamored of the random underplantings of Autumn Crocus beneath taller perennials and shrubs. Every time I saw them, they brought a smile to my face.|
|Benches and chaise longues are placed so visitors can relax with a book, sip a latte, or talk with friends as they take in the view of the river. More genius.|
|This is something I can grow and I think it actually flowers more for us here in Texas! Lespedeza is on my wish list.|
|One last plant ID, if y'all would? This was growing in the beds planted along the water feature, as seen below.|
|I thought this was a brilliant way to include the sight and sound of running water. Water runs along gravel pavers and recirculates through the grating.|
I have to stop here and tell y'all a humorous anecdote about this restaurant sighting. Our first night in NYC, we had hoped to go to Mario Batali's Babbo but were unable to get reservations. Del Posto did have room for us and we were treated to an absolutely fabulous dining experience from the moment we walked in until the moment we left. It was the single most expensive meal we've ever eaten and it was worth every penny! Because we arrived at night, we had no clue that the restaurant was just across the street from the High Line. When Bonnie and I discovered that on Saturday, we took pictures and she sent one to her husband Danny, who was back at the hotel watching football in the company of the Executive Producer. Their response: "Don't go in!" So we didn't. We went next door instead and had a late lunch at Colicchio and Sons, where we had the two best cocktails ever!
|This is my favorite planting: I loved the juxtaposition of fall color against a typical NYC backdrop of buildings and billboards.|
|These folks are waiting in line to be part of the Social Soup Experiment hosted by Friends of the High Line.|
We only saw a small part of the High Line that day but I came away with one big impression. The most amazing thing about the High Line to me was not the plantings, but the way the park brought people together and created a community. There was a palpable sense of camaraderie and delight that makes me smile even now, weeks after my visit. I look forward to my next visit!