Standing on the Tribeca terrace that is in the process of being turned into a garden, I was admiring some neighbouring rooftops when I looked to the left and saw a speck, trimming a boxwood hedge on one of 'our' other rooftops.
I waved at the speck, the speck saluted with a whirring hedge trimmer.
It was our gardener R, who in his previous life was a very successful Broadway producer. Then he saw the light and turned, like so many of us, to plants.
I have lived in this city for ten years and still get excited when I see someone gardening on the edge...