This Lime-Tree Bower, My Heaven
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Well, they aren’t lime trees, but the lindens that shroud the terrace in Fort Tryon Park make for a reader’s paradise. It is engulfed in glorious shade on even the sunniest days and since the restoration in 2004 all the stones and benches are pristine. The views are unbeatable – the Hudson to the west, the Cloisters to the north, and the park’s heather garden to the south – but I love to stare up into the full canopy of green. It calls to mind Dylan Thomas more than Coleridge. Bring on the summer heat; I’m cool and calm in the Linden shade with “Middlemarch.”
