Balcony

OK, so balcony is underway. Today it was shopping plants and then surprisingly enough planting them too. OK, it went like my friend was planting and I was "organizing", meaning I ordered the pizza to be delivered. Mind you, only to be eaten when the planting was over and done with.

So now I have yellow flowers, couple of pink ones, a few red, some more yellow + basil and rosmarin. All nicely put in pots and flower boxes (you know the ones that hang from the balcony). "Only" thing I have to do is to clean up. Doesn't that remind you of men cooking? Making a big show of actually doing the deed, and never cleaning up after?