Today is the first day of fall, so Sabine and I decided to visit the Brooklyn Botanic Garden to see the borough’s flora one last time for the year.
The first thing we noticed upon entering was the Orthodox Jews. While not the most brightly-colored of the sights in the Gardens, our close inspection was rewarded with subtle variations: beard or no beard, yarmulke or black hat, and different hued wigs on the females. I understand that some stem from Eastern Europe, while others come from Northern Europe, but I don’t know enough about it to tell them apart.
Not surprisingly, the dominant flora in the gardens was of the young middle-class families, mostly represented in the so-called white or black varieties. Interestingly, a lot of the white ones seemed about to bear fruit, which seems odd this late in the year. I was happy to see one in a mix of both; though not uncommon in New York, they were a rare sight in Texas where I grew up.
We got to see a lot of hipsters as well. Despite being quite colorful and available in many varieties—with marginally interesting differences in tattoos—you can see these anywhere in the world. I seem to have developed an allergy to them as I’ve gotten older, so I try to avoid them whenever possible.
As we left I spotted what I was pretty sure was a long-bearded wizard, but Sabine assured me it was just a hippie like the ones we saw on the side of the freeway when we traveled through Oregon. We also spied a common European of unremarkable appearance in the middle of a grassy area. I hope the gardeners will see it and remove it before it spreads.
We then made our way to the Brooklyn Museum of Art, where we browsed through various WASPs. Not being an art historian, I found them indistinguishable and quite boring, so we headed back home to Queens. Let the fall begin.