Part of the LICH in the background (Hi Zippi!)...doctors' residences to the left, satellite dishes for my building on the right.
I bought these cages from American Hardware on Court Street - a store that shall live in infamy for Constanza and her blond wig (maybe she will consent to writing the story for us) and the store that specializes in items like Roundup, Miracle Gro and hardcore insecticides. But they had nice cages.
The Mexican heirloom tomatoes are beginning to ripen, even on the ailing plant with yellow leaves. I might have to sell just one box at a time. But that will look suspicious. A lady on the sidewalk saying, Please buy this box of cherry tomatoes? But they're local...
Below, you can see the roof of Raccoon House in the background. We seem to have reached a truce about watering after our landlord took our side in the drain argument.
There it is, then.
A roof farm in Brooklyn, day in, day out.