This is my balcony. It is bordered by a low, beige-painted wall that I’m pretty much stuck with because I live in a condominium. The floor is mostly exposed concrete with the tattered remnants of a paint job in greenish blue, which was already falling apart when I moved in twenty years ago. Against one wall is a set of two off-white plastic chairs with a small matching table between them. Against another are two planters with freshly-combed dirt in them. To truly appreciate this picture, you have to understand what it looked beforehand. The concrete floor was buried under heaps of leaves that had been sitting there so long that the bottom layer had decomposed to dirt. The planters had previously been filled with leaves, weeds, and the corpse of a tomato plant. It’s not spotless, but it’s definitely much better than it was.
#OneGoodThing that happened today was that I returned my balcony to its former glory. (More details in alt-text.)
