View From My Window

As I was washing up some dishes this evening my eye caught what I thought were sparks out my back window. It was dark so they really stood out. I took a closer look and saw they were coming from a grill on the roof top. On the opposite side of the roof the family was sitting around in a group, presumably eating whatever it was they were grilling. Picnic on the roof.

I've actually see a woman I presume is the matriarch of the family on the roof several times. Once she'd even brought her two geese up to run around. I think she's basically watering some potted plants she has growing up there. She reminds me of pictures I've seen of peasant women from the Balkans. She wears a headscarf, but it looks like just cotton and tis ied behind her neck, not under her chin. She was wearing a skirt and peasant-style blouse. On other occasions I've seen other women hanging laundry on the roof -- one dressed in tight jeans and the other in more modest clothing with head scarf. The area behind the house is jammed with potted plants and other growing things. In fact, last night someone had turned a grow light on a group of the plants.

I wonder if they watch me through my windows? Some day I'd like to meet the older woman and tell her how much I appreciate her garden.