not sure how this happened, considering i spend hours of my life in central park each week, come rain, snow, or shine, but i only just discovered the conservatory garden over the weekend.
the conservatory garden is lovely. it is divided into three smaller, distinct victorian gardens—italian, french, and english—and tucked away in the northeast corner of central park. a beautiful iron gate separates it from the rest of the park. if you aren't looking for it, you could very well walk right on by—or at least, i now realize i have more than once over the past five years!
the towering hedges and winding paths are so very dreamy and the eternal child inside me swooned hard over the statue in the lily pool, said to be mary and dickon from the secret garden. i know i went totally overboard with photos of the blushing magnolias, but i really can't help myself. blink and you miss them, and they are already on their way out.