Last weekend, the unseasonably warm weather found us leaving Brooklyn and driving up to Westchester to have a look at our soon-to-be yard. I’ve never had a yard—-I mean, you can’t call one’s parents’ yard yours, can you? That was their yard. They shared the yard, of course, but that was before I cared about vegetable gardens, rose bushes, and daffodil patches.
If you’ve lived in cities your entire adult life, you can imagine how excited I am at the prospect of finally getting my hands into some dirt, but it looks like the family from whom we’re buying the house have already done some beautiful work.
The backyard is shady because of the bank of trees that leads to the reservoir, so I think the deck will be the perfect place to have a boxed garden. It gets more light, and I’m hoping the animals will not be able to climb the steps for a snack—-though everyone tells me the animals will go where they like, no matter what. If deer do manage to climb the deck steps and open the little gate at the top, then they are welcome to chew on my kale. Deer like that can come in and share a pot of tea with me. I’m sure they will be most interesting guests.
Before I leave the city, I’m trying to get together with friends as much as possible. It’s been hard to find the time though. My new work project demands attention, and it always seems there is something to do to get ready for the move. I did manage to get together with my friend W. a few weeks ago. She’s a book lover, too, so we went to see “Shelley’s Ghost” at the New York Public Library. I recommend it to anyone who is interested in the Romantics. I’ve read Frankenstein about 10 times probably, so this was a must-see for me.
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