Today was cold and wet. I’m impatiently awaiting the sunny days of spring. I remember last spring when the weather was like this my old roommate Jesse and I went to Habana Outpost in Fort Greene to sip sangria huddled in our sweatshirts hoping that there’d be a break in the clouds. I think we somehow thought that if we acted like it was spring that act might hasten its arrival. We were there to plan our vegetable garden.
Jesse and I used to share a duplex with a garden in Prospect Heights. In NYC any private outdoor space is highly coveted and we loved our backyard. We’d sit out there and smugly discuss just how great our backyard was. The rest of the apartment was falling apart and the neighborhood was a little sketchy but our hydrangeas were to die for.