Our office room is undergoing a transformation.
The balcony is sprouting a small garden suspended in oblong pots from the railing. Tara and I spent yesterday afternoon planting marigolds, pansies, and other orange blooms then fixing them to the railing with metal brackets. Tara washed the balcony floor and discovered a leak in the drain. I brought up one of our wooden chairs.
Meanwhile, Tod was putting together a metal rack for his computers. Now his four computers, two laptops, six external disk drives and even the printer are neatly stacked on shelves, with powerstrips wired to the rack at convenient intervals.
Everything’s clean. It must be Spring.
