Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin
Saturday, 13 June 2020
(After) Life on my Balcony
When I came back from the Netherlands, I was in for a tiny shock. Normally the little sons of my neighbours earn a bit of money on their first job ever by deluging my plants. This time their mother had told me that they had to go away for a week, because her father was sick - but I would stay longer away, so that was ok.
When I came back the air in the big apartment smelled stale. And the sight of the flowers an the balcony: shock!
(Being a people-pleaser, as Tom reproached me recently, I cannot change instantly - Query: do I want to change and become a grumpy old woman instead? : here on the photos I show you the result of my hard labour AFTER the little turmoil).
"I think maybe the neighbours had to stay for longer - the situation with the father might have turned worse", said the Flying Dutchman (right he was), but I heard it only from far away, already running with my green watering can to and fro from balcony to bathroom, from bathroom to balcony (which is a big one).
The lucky thing was that I had bought some white "pots" from Lechuza which promise to water your flowers for two weeks in your absence. They kept their promise.
The roses in the big pots - no photo here - sulked a bit, but I could coax them back to life (they are not spoilt on a balcony).
The oleander thought deliriously that he was back in Italy - hot air, no water.
Yet many plants in little pots had wilted and died - especially the herbs. I tried to copy the cool Moomin-Mother philosophy: "There had been WAY TOO MANY - anyway."
And enjoyed buying and planting new ones.
So, now I am able to invite you again - come in, please: there are more fine nooks and crannies on my balcony you haven't seen yet - please take a seat, and do you want a glass of wine, or some juice?
Let's enjoy the beautiful view of the evening sky! Bliss!