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The last spring we spent in New York I was enamored with the flowers. Which I suppose is to be expected after spending endless months in a snow-buried city. In May and June I’d walk the length of Jackie Robinson Park, or take the dogs off-leash to roam in Saint Nicholas Park, and I’d take photograph after photograph of all the beautiful flowers. There aren’t any parks in the valley anything like Saint Nicholas or Jackie Robinson, at least not that we’ve found, so we’re making something on our own.

It’s not much, but it’s mine. All mine! (Erm, ours.)

coming along

Mike and I spent Saturday at the garden center and we picked up some prizes, we did! Pansies, daisies, chrysanthemums, a balcony box! This corner of the balcony will be where we put a table and chairs — whenever we acquire a set. We’ll eat dinner here in the evenings, watching the sun set behind the palm trees. We’ll sip our coffee here in the morning, some days I’ll even work out here. I am so happy to have a little bit of outdoor space all to ourselves.

balcony box

This is the first time we’ve had flowering plants since St. Andrews, Hollywood. I couldn’t possibly be happier.


We picked up a seed bell, to see what kind of bird traffic we get. What we really want is a beautiful bird feeder that we can refill regularly, but before we drop fifty bucks on a feeder and seed, we want to make sure there will be takers. It’s been three days and so far nuthin’ but flies. Keep your fingers crossed.


In New York Mike called these weeds. Turns out they’re a chrysanthemum variety, Mike.

english daisies

I have a feeling these English Daisies are going to take over the balcony box.


I can’t remember what these little flowers are, but they sure are pretty. And I’m hoping they will attract hummingbirds. Fingers crossed!

Little Harlem Garden

Do you remember our little tomato plant? It was a gift from friends when we first moved to Harlem. Our first vegetable plant. You might remember when we designated it our official Christmas Tomato Tree?

It finally yielded it’s very first fruit.

the sole tomato

It was delicious.

urban garden

I’ll miss my little Harlem garden.

Where are we today?