Nothing much to see here, really (or is there...?) but this view of the street means that spring has been declared. The citrus trees have moved out to the terrace.
The blue suitcase is one of several that will stash winter sweaters and mittens and scarves once they have all been washed and cedar-balled. And the boxy thing on the windowsill is a fancy noise machine that we bought at our last place, when unpredictable neighbors threatened our slumber. It makes very good cricket sounds, wave sounds, rain sounds. And other, esoteric sounds. Now, the machine is a helpful option for warmer nights when a souped-up, drive-by car, tweaked to backfire like gunshots cruises the blocks at random. The day of the subway shooting? Not a great day to hear that damn car.
Fat floor pillows will move in, now, the suitcase will move out, and the bay window will be a place for humans to spread out, lie on their backs, and look at the ceiling. It's remarkably therapeutic.
On Gardenista, you can see how our terrace wakes up, as the bedroom empties out.
Your current balcony garden reminds of your "first" and it seems to me that this one is more cosy than the previous larger one... maybe the smallness brings about better quality of sort since you have to be picky on what to grow and have place for? Lovely gardening though and a very nice blog! Gods peace Annso
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