Many New York State parks strike me as monuments to the fear of litigation. The State destroys any lake it touches as a swimming experience with ropes and whistle-happy lifeguards. But I am very fond of the Spa State Park in Saratoga Springs. It's very civilized, a nice combination of ancient pines and golf, hotel, swimming pools, theaters, picnic grounds, and mineral springs.
I took these two photos as I was running by yesterday: First, the best flower borders by far in the city are at the entrance to the park, a surprisingly personal mix of annuals, tall bold perennials, and grasses made monumental by their length and depth:
I have failed to do the border justice with my cell phone. It sits on both sides of the Avenue of the Pines, probably a 100 feet on each side. It has a color scheme that moves from blue purple and yellow in early summer to a late summer red and yellow. It is clearly the work of one guy with a vision.
I am really happy that border escaped any budget cuts. And second, a meadow allowed to grow up to save on mowing:
Nothing fancy–just grass allowed to do its natural thing, but nice nonetheless.