There's always something green in the Park, no matter the season. For instance, the Conservatory Garden, where care is taken to keep things from looking too forlorn, even when the flowerbeds lie fallow. Evergreens will serve, like this deep green hedge of Yew, but most of the landscape still resembles the pale, dead grass tone of the central lawn: a memory of green, once more revealed, now that the snow has finally melted. The promise of new growth is barely a whisper, here at the end of a long Winter, but it's there, if only in the haze of buds now forming in the bare branches, and a long-awaited warm spell which propels us toward the Equinox, only a few days away.
It can't come soon enough.