I spent four days in New York City this week and am more than happy to be home again, but while I was riding a train toward the airport and musing about the bleak, view going by, a bright spot jumped out at me.
Suddenly the homes were neatly maintained. Stately old homes, they were attractive and historic. The sometimes tiny lawns were well kept and clean of litter and wedged between the railroad and the retaining fence was a small oasis of community gardens.
It was like day and night. Litter was everywhere and then the pristine garden beds, tilled and ready for the season. The residents may take offense at this but I believe it was in the Borough of Queens and that was a HUGE surprise to me. I had always considered Queens to be an extremely dangerous neighborhood and CERTAINLY NEVER thought of it containing an oasis of nature! My apologies Queens.
This made me look closer at what comprises Queens and I found my community, Forest Hills. Forrest Hills? I never associated Forrest Hills with Queens. Wow, what a dummy! Forrest Hills hosts some very prestigious tennis tournaments and is home to many wealthy folks.
Here is an excerpt from a web page about the community. "Forest Hills has been careful over the years to preserve its' exclusive character and rare atmosphere. Stores with plain merchandise that can be had anywhere for small amounts of money, are not welcome here. Even a simple Café is expected to have character, style and the ability to make a statement. It is the kind of place where one can look for antiques and indulge in a gourmet experience."