You may recall that last week when I posted up the photo of what I can see from my home office, I invited others to share their views as well. The Girlfriend has decided she wants a piece of that action, so here’s what Anne can see from her apartment:

Technically speaking, this isn’t the view from her window; this was taken while standing on her patio and facing north (the windows face west). But what the hey, this is the interesting bit of her home environment, as opposed to the uninteresting view of the Hippy Chick’s parking stall. The garden is Anne’s, brought forth from a patch of hard-packed clay and construction debris that took the two of us days of hand-tilling and a whole lot of compost to transform into something that vaguely resembles usable soil. She’s quite proud of this little flower patch, and justifiably so, I think. As she constantly reminds me, it’s all the work of someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

Unfortunately, one of her more lovable neighbors wasn’t out when the picture was taken; the top apartment of the next building over is home to a boxer dog that likes to sit on that sofa you can see on the balcony. We call him The King, because he watches everything that happens around the complex with an air of solemn satisfaction, just like a beneficent regent surveying his territory…