Birds form their
nests under the rolled-up terrace awnings and refuse to move. Everyone plans
some form of planting and suddenly no terrace looks the same. The ever-readies
are planting bulbs. Later comes the nasturtium clan, the begonia faction, the
petunia pact, the clematis cohort. Just about everybody has geraniums of some
kind and impatiens is also popular. There is competition in the air. The
adventurous and those with multiple terraces grow a vegetable garden. The K.s
have a beautiful zen garden you can only see from the top. And of course all the
indoor plants, herbs and trees spill out onto the terrace until the place begins
to look like an overgrown public park, with concrete sand boxes.
