This afternoon I heard a strange noise...I go out to the balcony to see what's going on, and I see that my flower box is gone. I lean over the railing to see my neighbor from the floor looking up at me, confused. I pulled on my shoes and went outside, barely able to walk because the wind was so strong, and grabbed the box. However, most of the flowers (winter ones that were pretty much dead already), had blown away. I'm too afraid to put it up again until the winds stopped.
Today Farrah and I met up with our friend Nick, our friend who had been studying in Norway the last 6 weeks, for fika. On my bike ride hope I took a few pictures of the green emerging everywhere.
my bulle
duck pond
scenes from the bike trail
my bike
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