It is one of those unfortunate days filled with regrettable acts. I am not on my game. So I give up for the day and make my way back to Brooklyn.
When I come home, I crawl out the window and onto our little balcony.
And I feel at peace - as though all is right with the world.
The pace is slow on the balcony. I've been waiting and waiting for the dahlias and begonias to bloom, for the morning glories to cover the rails. I check for signs every day. There is usually something to surprise and delight me. Lady Emma Hamilton, for instance, made her first appearance - blushing very sweetly with a strong, fruity scent. She's covered with little red buds now, but the first blossom is always met with the greatest joy and anticipation.
Sitting at the table, I crush a sprig of basil between my fingers. It reminds me of Greece, where people often have a pot of basil at their front door for good luck. As visitors brush past, the scent releases into the air. A wonderful, sensual idea.
There is room for one more. Care to join me?
