Brooklyn is good. But Bronx is great.
Better than Longwood... did I just say that?
The lilacs were blooming. And so were the tree peonies. Tree peonies as big as your face. I'm not joking.
Cotton candy human head sized tree peonies.
I love a peony. Don't get me wrong. But the Lilacs... the smell is like a drug. I spent a solid hour running from tree to shrub to tree smelling them and then running back to the one before getting high off the perfume. It was a lilac in the face, up the nose, straight to the vein, drugged up heaven.
There's obviously other amazing things to gawk at around the NYBG...such as this Jade Vine. Insanity. I want one.