Three signs of summer in the absurd household:
1. Sheer fabric in the windows:
2. The summer quilt:
3. The shaving of the legs (human, not feline) twice rather than once a week.
Nobody needs to see a picture of that.
Oh, and the heat, of course, the fucking heat.
How could I forget.
like the vine, maybe you can get some tropicals going this summer
b4 climate change really kicked in…
the only things I remember about
New York City
in the summer
are the fire escapes
and how the people go
out on the fire escapes
in the evening
when the sun is setting
on the other side
of the buildings
and some stretch out
and sleep there
while others sit quietly
where it’s cool.
and on many
of the window sills
sit pots of geraniums or
planters filled with red
geraniums
and the half-dressed people
rest there
on the fire escapes
and there are
red geraniums
everywhere.
this is really
something to see rather
than to talk about.
it’s like a great colorful
and surprising painting
not hanging anywhere
else.
“all that” by Charles Bukowski
I’m not the biggest Bukowski fan—but that’s lovely.
And as for plants: I’ve got ’em jammed in every window as it is (I added an upper shelf to that window near the head of the bed), and I’ll soon be adding the basil window-box.
If only I got enough sun for tomatoes. . . .