One thing that I love about summer time in Bay Ridge is watching this little corn field come to life. It’s just someone’s front yard and the light isn’t exactly spectacular, but every year they grow beautiful corn.
Since I started growing my own fruit and vegetables, I’ve begun to take notice of how many of my neighbors are doing the same. But as far as I know, no one is planting corn, except for the family that lives here.
It’s been one kooky week. I felt my first earthquake on Tuesday (and did NOT enjoy it), saw a 4.5 hour Yankee game on Thursday that included 3 grand slams, and now, for the first time in my very long life in NYC, the mayor is shutting down the transit system in advance of the arrival of Hurricane Irene.
And while all this hurricane hysteria is going on, we’re enjoying a very pretty summer day here in the wilds of Bay Ridge.
Every hour I receive a newsletter from another dance studio announcing that they’re closing for the weekend. Twitter is full of dancers lamenting that they’re going to have to miss class.
I know how they feel.
