They say that familiarity breeds contempt, but I felt like I was pretty happy to see an old familiar as I stomped through the snow at Brooklyn Botanic today. Maybe this is an expression that relates only to people and not plants or places and especially not to gardens. Could one ever feel contempt for trees as graceful as the Magnolias or for a formal plaza full of them? And I wonder how many times one would have to walk the path at the Japanese Garden to really know it enough to be even a little miffed or bored with it.
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