Nothing is so beautiful as Spring.
That line from poet Gerard Manley Hopkins came to mind the other day as we strolled the streets of Brooklyn Heights, checking up on some properties.
Lilac and cherry trees were blooming, stunning arrays of flowers were sprouting in window boxes and ornamental urns, green leaves — finally! — had unfurled on branches. There were blue hydrangeas on Orange Street. Hmm. The Mets' team colors.
The city's oldest landmarked neighborhood is an ideal setting for the season to shine.