A neighbor just told me this vine is called Autumn Clematis, but I always think of it as wedding vine. It blooms in the park (and around Midtown) in the late summer. It was blooming in the month leading up to my wedding, when my planning was kicked into high gear, and it felt like the park was celebrating with me. Now every year it reminds me of that time and heralds my coming anniversary.
The great thing about walking in the park every day is that you become so tuned into the minor signals of seasons, the constantly changing quilt of nature. What is happening in the natural world becomes entwined with your everyday life. How lucky we are, in the heart of the city, to have a forest to walk in every day.