I love window boxes. When we lived in Connecticut I loved planting window boxes for every season. It was my way to make some sense of living on two acres, a lot of it wetlands, overgrown pachysandra and quite a bit of poison ivy. Planting window boxes was my way of gardening when I felt like I needed a beginning, a middle and an end. The rest of the two acres seemed to always need weeding, trimming....something. When we were in the city last week I loved walking the streets with brownstones in search of window boxes. I took these photos as we walked along Christopher Street in the Village.