by Sarah Z. Wexler (Brooklyn)
There isn’t much green space in New York City, so every now and again I’m struck with a case of pavement fever. And this time around, I headed to the 50-acre New York Botanical Garden for an immediate cure. There was a lot to behold, but ever since I read The Orchid Thief, Susan Orlean’s nonfiction account of the weird world of flower poaching, I’ve been obsessed with all the different shapes and colors orchids come in. (Apparently they were so suggestive-looking they were banned in Victorian England!) Needless to say, a few hours amid all the sprawling greenery worked wonders for this New Yorker.