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Last weekend it happened, and I missed it.

Even though those gorgeous pink blossoms are gradually dropping to the ground, there is still something quite arresting about the scene here at 44 East 3rd Street: just one lone tree, about to outgrow its concrete planter, giving passersby reason to slow down and notice.

These are the things I am most thankful for as a New Yorker. skgr