As we all do our best to stay safe during the Coronavirus pandemic, here are some ideas shared by members that may help us fill — and even enjoy — the downtime.
CGC would welcome your contributions to this page. Thank you to those who have already shared ideas!
If you have garden photos, links to articles and other such good things relating to the CGC mission, please send to [email protected].
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ONLINE PROGRAMMING
The Power of Nature, from The Nature Conservancy
Coming up: A series of virtual online events for members
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FILMS FOR STREAMING
Environmental Film Festival 2020
Many films can be viewed at no charge. (click here)
Fantastic Fungi, by Louie Schwartzberg; released in 2019
The magic beneath us, for rent or purchase (click here)
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OTHER DIVERSIONS
Botanical art tutorials
Step-by-step, from the American Society of Botanical Artists (click here)
CGC Garden & House Tour, 2019
A montage of beautiful gardens from last year’s Tour (the link is on the Welcome Members page of this website)
Recipe for enchanted forest cake
A novel way to bring in the outdoors (click here)
SkyView, an educational app for your computer or phone
The view above — way above — your living room (click here)
Virtual Walks, Talks & Tours
Join the New York Botanical Garden for The Orchid Show — and more. (click here)
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Melissa C.’s Buddha garden 
Daffodils in the midst, by Maureen L.
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OFTEN I HAD GONE THIS WAY BEFORE
Often I had gone this way before:
But now it seemed I never could be
And never had been anywhere else;
‘Twas home; one nationality
We had, I and the birds that sang,
One memory.
They welcomed me. I had come back
That eve somehow from somewhere far:
The April mist, the chill, the calm,
Meant the same thing familiar
And pleasant to us, and strange too,
Yet with no bar.
The thrush on the oaktop in the lane
Sang his last song, or last but one;
And as he ended, on the elm
Another had but just begun
His last; they knew no more than I
The day was done.
Then past his dark white cottage front
A labourer went along, his tread
Slow, half with weariness, half with ease;
And, through the silence, from his shed
The sound of sawing rounded all
That silence said.
Edward Thomas
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