...is tiny. In the apartment on the basement level sits an elderly lady, in the light of a lamp, in a comfortable looking chair, facing the street. I assume it is her garden.
There is always something happening in it.
The Rose of Sharon was taken out. I'm glad. I can't abide their hairy branches. Maybe somewhere else. The seaside? Now there is a clematis.
Good morning on this very auspicious day! the sun is shining in CT today and I'm thinking of you and wishing you an awesome day!
ReplyDeleteGood morning, fellow musketeer :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm off to promise that I'm neither a communist, a prostitute, nor an "habitual drunkard."
It's wet here.
well, it's still raining here in SW CT. but it may clear up later...i feel like i am growing webs between my toes, and maybe some gills, too! love the pics of this little city garden.
ReplyDeleteIt has been a strange and sometimes tricky journey, but now- well I look forward to the post about the Communist Party! ;-)
ReplyDelete(Bet you're pleased that you take your oath with the present White House incumbent and not the former!)