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Now I like plants, you know I do. And there have been times when I've been accused of having too many plants. But never have I seen anything, at least on the sidewalks of New York City, like I did this week up on 75th Street.

At first I thought it was a nursery. Then, upon closer inspection I thought maybe it was a landscaper unloading their goods for a big brownstone backyard. Nope...

Someone on 75th Street just really likes plants. And bless 'em for it. I felt instantly more alive and thankful for my strange and beautiful city after walking by. And when I got to Amsterdam, sure enough, there was a plant store right there. Open a plant store and they will come. skgr