In the small neighborhood of Windsor Terrace in South Brooklyn, spring is a very pretty thing.
Photography by Marie Viljoen.
Flanked by the green expanses (and landmarks) of Prospect Park to the north and the undulating hills of historic Green-Wood Cemetery to the south, the quiet neighborhood has some contextual advantages, in terms of verdure.
Dark tulips lean towards the sun under leafing-out trees.
The bells of Solomon’s seal are shown off against layers of spring green.
Even tree beds are stuffed with lily-of-the-valley, whose ephemeral scent lasts a week, and is gone.
Epimedium planted behind a retaining wall is at rare eye-level, for close appreciation.
Hellebores and the new leaves of Virginia creeper make a happy color-pact, with Phlox subulata and wrought iron.
A stoop planter with violas and Heuchera have a frank conversation with the red door.
Lilac introduces a turquoise entry-way.
Azaleas become regal with a Doric columned backdrop.
The beauty of cornices, cherry blossom, and a spring-blue sky.
Three-storey oaks in bloom lead the eye to the lines of molding that cap most buildings.
Redbud against red brick.
Crabapples in perfumed bloom smell like snow on a sunny street.
And everywhere, predictable, but irresistible ‘Kanzan’ cherries are in overloaded bloom.