The third week of January was cold in the City. Very cold. With temperatures that dipped down to fifteen on a couple of nights even in my sheltered garden, and that went three or four degrees lower still in other more exposed locations. It’s a habit of the cold arctic air masses, it seems, to cross Canada and swoop down on us like this for a short spell every January. At the New York Botanical Garden, this past July, a small group of friends and I took a morning stroll through Monet’s Garden, the floral exhibition and tribute to the great painter’s horticultural masterpiece at Giverny. The display had been artfully arranged for the summer months and into early fall in the NYBG’s Enid A. Haupt Conservatory. Claude Monet was an avid gardener and the many impressionistic paintings done at his home in Giverny, a tiny rural village perched at the confluence of the Seine and Epte rivers in Haute-Normandie, are well known. Immediately taken by the hamlet as he first laid eyes on it from a train window in 1883, Monet would quickly establish his home there, painting his beloved gardens and waterlilies until he died in 1926. Things have warmed up to normal again, fairly quickly. But right now I still long for a return to the bright and balmy weather of summer. Join me in a return visit to Monet’s Garden at the New York Botanical Garden.