Big Apple Dreaming

Its rampant fronds have now obscured the view of the decaying hardware store across the street. As I sit and look out the window, I only see their splashes of green. That should be a good thing for a few years until it gets taller and then I'll see the rotting hulk again under their canopy. Maybe by that time, someone from the Parish will have condemned that property and either had it torn down or it will be sold and renovated. A girl can hope.

( A recitation of today's events )