Camelot.

Camelot. The perfection of the mythical kingdom, as a gardener, doesn’t sound at all bizarre, especially after the winter we are just emerging from.

Think of it: The climate must be perfect all year. We’d know exactly when winter will begin and ends. Plus, there is a legal limit to the amount of snow that can fall.

In Camelot, July and August can’t be too hot. Summer has to stick around until September. That’s just the way things are.

Because the rain cannot begin until after sundown, and by daybreak the fog must disappear, outdoor work could be done everyday.

That’s in Camelot.

But this is Nyack.

Nyack.

Where those things do sound quite bizarre. Planning for outdoor activities is tenuous at best. Back up plans and rain dates are essential.

Winters can be snowy, cold or dry. Summers parched or full of rain and hail. Mid-afternoon downpours can hamper plans for everything from outdoor parties to delivering the mail.

In Nyack.

We thrive on the unpredictable. We anticipate and prognosticate the weather. It’s the random appearances of the early spring flowers, the last leaves of autumn and the first flurries of winter. Romantic surprises that the world real for Nyackians.

The thunder and lightning shows at midnight, the snow absolutely slushing upon the curbs.

The love of place, imperfections, warts and weeds. It’s a little bit of everything. That’s just how our conditions are.

In short, there’s simply not, I place I’d rather live than here in Nyack.