Dear readers, I promise this will be my last post about my walk in Central Park this past weekend. If you’d like to read the previous posts about the Conservatory Gardens, they are below.
One thing I noticed while walking was the ample supply of benches upon which to sit and rest. And looking closer, I saw that most were inscribed. I was to find out later that there is an Adopt-a-Bench program that began in 1986 as a permanent fund to maintain and care for the park’s benches and the surrounding landscapes. Of the 9,000 benches the park offers, more than 2,000 of them have been adopted so far.
Some are inscribed as memorials to loved ones, while others are proclaiming their love for each other, for the park, for life itself.
One even reads, “Michelle, will you marry me? Love, John.”
After the Burnett Memorial fountain, I found a little shady spot to sit on one such bench. It was donated by a husband and wife who enjoyed coming to the park. Above is the scene I saw looking ahead.
Looking to the left, the paved walkway which leads to the fountain.
And looking up, a beautiful tree. Looks like a sycamore from here.
It’s getting to be the time to head back to where we’re planning on meeting my son, who’s taking the subway Uptown.
Along the way, we pass ball fields full of people playing.
We figured we’d go see The Reservoir and crossed this beautiful little bridge to get there. The Reservoir is a favorite of joggers, bird watchers and tourists who want to see a beautiful view of the skyline.
This photo doesn’t do it justice. But it’s all I have to offer. The Reservoir is one of four sections that make up the park and covers a large area, from 86th to 96th Street. The 106-acre body of water is 40-feet deep and was officially named The Jacqueline Onassis Kennedy Reservoir in 1994.
I hope you’re taking notes. There’s a test tomorrow.
We turned around and headed to 86th Street, where we were to meet my son. On the way, we passed a birthday party going on. I love how the tall buildings peek out from behind the trees.
I just didn’t want to be shoving my camera in my son’s face, and into my food (which was delicious, by the way . . . as were the peach sangrias!) After lunch, we lingered and talked. The day was beautiful and it was so good to see my son and to visit with my friend, Daryl.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .
Hope you’re not bored to tears yet!