Behind the Maple Grove Cemetery in Kew Gardens where I live, I enjoy the view from my 10th floor window of the changing seasons.
When it snows heavily, it’s a winter wonderland. The branches of trees are turned decoratively white and I especially like two evergreens standing close together, like a couple in love. They stand out on a clear day among the leafless trees. In summer the trees in full bloom, a luscious, green panorama, block the view of the headstones. I then call it my “backyard.” When autumn arrives the red and orange leaves are breathtaking. I feel sad when they darken and fall to the ground.
I have binoculars that help me catch the sight of birds that alight on the tree branches. I have seen blue jays and brown birds that I can’t identify. There is one that has a red crown.
Two cats wander the landscape from time to time. One is black and white, the other a plump, mixed-brown; a cat lady leaves a bowl of food for them under a big tree. During a heavy snowfall, I was surprised to see her without a hat. Of course, there are always squirrels darting about amongst the branches and chasing each other on the ground.
On occasion, I will see mourners placing flowers at a gravesite. If I want to extend my sightings further, I can see Kennedy Airport and catch a plane landing.
Little red ladybugs sometimes appear on my windowsill in warm weather. I like looking at them and wonder why they want to come in.