Dirt

Mushroom suit.  Planters in the hallway.  Unifying theme is dirt.

Mushroom suit - ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt - oh, wait, no; it's dust to dust, isn't it?  Ah well, already picked a theme and title for the post; sticking with dirt....  So, further to the self-composting post from some months back, this past weekend Luke Perry's daughter revealed that he was buried in an Infinity Burial Suit - a biodegradable suit imbued with mushrooms and other organisms that aid in decomposition, removal of toxins from the body, and transfer of nutrients to the soil and plants.  Sounds like a responsible way to do it, and gentle to the earth.  Easy enough to get behind.  Sissy forwarded the link.  She knows the alleys that are favored in these parts.

And in other developments, with the full onset of Spring, the very nice, albeit more private, adjoining terrace neighbor ("Ms. Neighbor A," to correspond to her unit letter) raised again the offer to return the planter that had gotten mistakenly exiled to her side of the fence when last year's roof contractors so helpfully re-erected the fences without seeking confirmation of which items belonged to which apartment.  Being at work when the message came through, the task of accepting was delegated to Sissy.  Sissy was able to get it across the hall and into the apartment, but apparently ran out of steam in the interior entrance hallway.  So there is an outdoor planter sitting indoors, awaiting reunification with its planter brethren on the terrace.  Ah well, small steps.