Standing on the Tribeca terrace that is in the process of being turned into a garden, I was admiring some neighbouring rooftops when I looked to the left and saw a speck, trimming a boxwood hedge on one of 'our' other rooftops.
I waved at the speck, the speck saluted with a whirring hedge trimmer.
It was our gardener R, who in his previous life was a very successful Broadway producer. Then he saw the light and turned, like so many of us, to plants.
I have lived in this city for ten years and still get excited when I see someone gardening on the edge...
I love seeing and reading about these gardens. But I wonder, could I cope if I had one? I tend more towards "rampant jungle" than clipped box!
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So do I, I'm afraid.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is so cool! I live in a villa in the UAE desert. Gardening is hard work! You have to water the garden daily or everything would die in a week.
ReplyDeleteseeing a fellow gardener on another rooftop -- one that marie knows no less - is a bit like the "reason to dog ear a page," isn't it?
ReplyDeletea compelling speck on a page here, a kindred speck on a rooftop there
lovely!