Well, there were a few other obstacles–most notably lack of funds–but since when does that stop anyone from dabbling in overpriced real estate? If it wasn’t for the lack of a garden, I’ve always said, I’ll bankrupt myself to move to New York, the city I love. Now, thanks to Anne Raver, I may have to do just that.
According to her story in today’s Times, all it takes to have an honest-to-god front porch, and a butterfly-and-ladybug festooned meadow to go with it, is a nice little building in Greenwich Village with a sturdy roof.
Well, it also took almost $15,000, not to mention 2200 sedum plants, one of the only plants that will thrive on a living roof.
Is it possible to love sedum that much? With that view, I’d adjust. Put a chicken coop up there and my bags are packed, baby.