There was pysanky made.
And great haircuts given.
There was wool dyed with leftover pysanky dyes (baked in the oven!)…
…and wool rolled into balls.
A daring new flavour combination was invented and acclaimed.
… and seedlings grew.
A little community garden plot named A7 was met and weeded and loved at.
A mountain of garbage slowly started turning into a garden. A bench was built. A table was painted.
And there was an ever changing rooftop skyscape to admire.