While we humans may be impatient for the arrival of spring, the season known for regeneration proceeds on its own terms and on its own timetable. We, in our restlessness, demand blooming flowers and warmer temperatures ASAP. But in the last of days of March, the thawing process is still underway, vegetation is still wearing its drab colors, and the fragrant floral aromas that infuse the air are still a long way off. So until the spring of purple lilacs, red azaleas, and luscious green leaves arrives, we have to make do with swaths of “earth tones” – or as my artist friends would call them, “ochers” and “umbers” 🙂
Golden Pond is just on the other side of the Cross Island Parkway from the salt marsh and Little Neck Bay. A tranquil kettle pond, Golden Pond is named after John Golden, a wealthy and successful Broadway producer who resided in Bayside, Queens from 1920. From the NYC Parks website:
Upon his death on June 17, 1955, Golden’s will bequeathed his Bayside estate to the City of New York as a park “for the use and enjoyment by the young people of the community of all races and creeds in a manner similar to that in which I made this property available for recreation and community acts during my lifetime.” The dedication of John Golden Park took place on October 18, 1965. The speakers included Mayor Wagner, Robert Moses, Parks Commissioner Newbold Morris, department store owner Bernard F. Gimbel, President of Actors Equity Association Frederick O’Neal, cartoonist Rube Goldberg, comedian Harry Hershfield, and restaurateur Vincent Sardi Jr.
Either from bequests of private citizens’ estates or protected natural habitat, northeast Queens is blessed with parkland, wetlands, and wildlife, with the salt marsh serving as the wild, nourishing nucleus. I encountered mallard ducks and mute swans at Golden Pond the other day. Their smooth glides across the water and bright plumage provided a nice contrast to the otherwise dreary, boggy surroundings:
The reflections were wonderful and the ripples on the water an early tease of spring stirrings and activity – a far cry from the marsh’s barren solid frozen tundra of January.
This picture captures early spring perfectly. A swan doing its thing, while a clump of budding daffodils have pushed their way up out of the ground, awakening from their winter slumber:
Farewell little friends. See you soon .. when Golden Pond is abloom. That’s my spring rhyme 🙂