The sound of a lawn mower on 22nd Street always jolts me to attention. Of course, the mower has to compete with the unending cacophony of construction, but the smell of freshly cut grass does waft up and shimmy through the open windows, so if even if you can’t hear it, you know the High Line is getting its weekly haircut. It’s just a tiny sliver of lawn, and within a couple of weeks it’ll show the impact of the hundreds of visitors who use it as a beach during summer weekends. But right now it’s very green and very plush, so catch it while you can.
For the 2014 season, the High Line gardeners planted a surprise that emerged just as our brutal winter came to an end: a showy crocus that goes by ‘Miss Vain.’ In early April, this lovely little crocus inspired a woman to take a selfie….
If you want to enjoy some quiet on the High Line’s lawn, do it now, because the kids are coming….
And then, in a heartbeat, it’s over, and winter returns.
I just want to pause for a moment and tip my hat to Maeve Turner, who took such wonderful care of the lawn — a formidable task — for five years until just recently, when she left Friends of the High Line for the herb garden at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. That’s a pretty fabulous place too, and well worth a visit. We miss you, Maeve!