It's still standing...

This was my first view of the terrace when Vincent parked the bright red Zipcar Prius on Henry Street, after picking me up at JFK early this morning. I looked up. Roses! And a leafing-out fig and Agastache and...chives?

I am about to head out there, slathered in sunscreen (somebody turned summer on high while I was away, Whooee!) to snip and cut back and tie up the lilies, the dissolute Iceberg. I can't help myself. It all looks pretty good. And the fall anemones have made tall flower spikes. Um...

I suppose they will bloom twice this year, again.

And the freezer contains about 2lbs of blueberries from the roof. Vince tells me there are more to pick, but it's too hot to venture up there, now. Later, perhaps, we'll have a drink on the silver top, and I'll see.

If I am awake.