My townhouse balcony is big...and dirty...and likely hotter than the firey pits of hell when the sun is on it.
So this weekend, I am taking what little savings I have that isn't meant for retirement and I'm going to create an outside room if it kills me. I have asked a friend to help...Sandra has a knack for creating these lovely peaceful spaces and I can only hope that if she helps me I might be able to retain some of that karma in the space for a little while. I think I'll borrow the digital camera from my folks for some before and afters.
I do have a few rules about my balcony. The first one is: NO LIVE VEGETATION. There are a few reasons for this:
1. It is so hot out there that most anything burns anyway.
2. The local wildlife - and my cats - have a way with soil that spells doom for the poor defenseless plants.
3. And this is the most important one: I can't keep a cactus alive. There, I admitted it.
My next rule: Outdoor carpetting. The floor gets too hot to stand on...and it gets really really dirty. It would be easier to have something out there that I can vaccuum than a hard surface that builds up gunk.
So that's it...weekend knitting plans are shot. But I admit that I have this fantasy that my balcony is so rocking that I can knit outside in comfort and shade.