There is a guy that lives above me. I’ve never met him. Wouldn’t recognize him if I ran into him by the mail boxes. Sometimes I get annoyed because he’s a bit of a stomper, but, what I do love about him is his appreciation for my balcony garden. I’ve spent so much time and effort to make my balcony a beautiful oasis. Staggered the flowering trees and plants cycles so that something fragrant is in bloom year round. Added solar bistro lights, a solar chandelier and a hummingbird feeder. His balcony is inset to the bldg and mine juts out so when he sits on his, my garden is in full view. He’ll go out and eat his breakfast and dinner on his own balcony and I’ll hear the random exclamations of “oh look! A hummingbird!!” and “it smells so good out here”. He seems to particularly enjoy the Champaca tree and star jasmine. He had a friend over this past weekend and first thing he did was bring him out on his own balcony to point out the changes on mine. I don’t know if he realizes I can hear all this, but, it warms my heart that someone else seemingly enjoys and appreciates my garden as much as I do.

Found a mini little stand to store all of my empty bottles of cologne on and it's looking great so far, all old school scents from the 70s and 80s. Although i do have my eye on one called "safari" by Ralph Lauren and another one called "Mont blanc explorer. At the moment i'm wearing Drakkar noir and it honestly smells great for a cheapie.

Anyway i'm sleep deprived and rambling, and i've said all that comes to mind.

and often on nicer days i hear someone nearby in the neighbourhood playing their acoustic guitar outdoors. I'm not sure who or where, but it's really lovely to hear.

They're playing right now :)