I have a small balcony at my condo. I love sitting out on it with my laptop. It’s covered, has a large awning that juts out even further so the rain and sun miss me even more. Trees are everywhere, as are birds. At night, the noises of tree frogs and crickets and owls join in with the rustling of the leaves and swaying of the trees.
Mizz Liz, my neighbor downstairs, brings out her precious Mizz Darla several times a day for a walk and a wee. Of course, we must say hello to Mizz Darla and have a nice little chinwag and a scratch behind the ears. On days when I feel the need to bake a batch of brownies, I take four warm squares down the stairs and knock on Mizz Liz’s door. Oooowee, share the love of warm chocolate, yes indeed.
This morning it’s rainy and warmish, so I sit out here again. I’ve been missing sitting outside since the last few days have been cold. I’m wondering how it is I can sit out here when it’s cold, and then remembered an Elton John song. Maybe I should have electric boots and a mohair suit. Then somebody can snap a picture and publish it in a magazeeEEE-eeeene and caption it something suitably witty.