Hunters Point: it really isn't very green, even though the name suggests otherwise. Those trees on the hill leading down to the Newtown Creek have all but vanished with the industrialization of the area. That all started before the turn of the 20th Century, back when industries were proud to spew black smoke into the air - a hallmark of economic prosperity. Now, besides the ragweed in vacant lots - and of course - the large cottonwood tree on 51st Street, there's little green. That's just what inspired me for the second time: a not-so-secret garden, boasting tens of chrysanthemum plants, against neatly made paths of white stone. It was in October when I noticed it. Usually I had my mind on other things, driving to a destination. But now, there was nothing to do but stop when the color caught my eye. My luck, two ladies were in the garden, strolling, chatting, pointing to the plants. Out of the car, camera in hand, I got near the chain link fence that was draped with mornin...