And so, farewell to June. In front of the Lefferts Historic House, phlox is blooming and little green apples are fattening up.
Near the Carousel, not calliope music, but the unmistakable strains of Bach, filled the summer air. A helmeted cyclist noodled away at Invention #8, his trusty Cannondale by his side. This is part of a public project of 60 street pianos called "Play Me, I'm Yours"; to read more, go here. They're right, it is cooler than the fiberglass cows, and it's over July 5, so I'm glad I caught it.