...how much mint makes a good mojito.
The sunset pink on the next door building.
The mystery of the hole. Who keeps digging it, between the marjoram and the unhappy strawberry?
Several mornings in a row. I don't think the squirrel. I think a bird, for a sort of dust bath - it's so smooth.
And it throws all the soil down into the neighbor's deserted backyard. We even set up a time lapse camera, to catch it. But that time it did not come.
And how long it will be before the Nicotiana decides to snap at the waist?