On a rainy the day the Pat Austin opened her first real rose bloom of the year - as wide as my hand outspread, far better than the flower that won the blue ribbon a few weeks ago at the Farm City Fair. She just hates the heat, and cooler, kinder days have seen the set of big, multiple buds on long, long stems.
We were under another tornado watch, but just saw a lot of skylight-drumming rain.
Early this evening the sun came out and dried up all the rain (and yes, I was besieged by spiders on the roof farm).
Something about the weather and wind, perhaps, made the jets approaching La Guardia adopt a new final approach route, roaring over us every couple of minutes, very exciting.
And a new set of Men tortured us in the pauses between rain showers to drill and dig and cut tar. Last week it was a private sewer company. This week it's Con Edison, our electricity provider. It's noisier than I can say. And far noisier than I can think.
But the plants didn't seem to mind.
I took eight strawberry plants to the roof and planted them in the vacated green pepper pot. I now have a dozen green peppers to cook. Walnut sauce coming up.
The constant reproduction of the strawberries is a kind of tyranny. They won't stop. I am very curious about how they will survive the roof.
And finally, a rather ratty, volunteered autumn clematis, climbing up the New Dawn.