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That tree with the white blossoms as you enter through Mariner’s Gate at 85th Street and CPW is in bloom again. So glad it didn’t snow on the first day of Spring.
(Lyrics playing in my head, as sung by Carmen McRae)
Or what about Up Jumped Spring? Lyrics composed by Abbey Lincoln, an Upper West Sider. Lincoln’s death marked the end of the era of the great jazz vocalist.
Beautiful. I love it when the magnolias bloom!