A room with a view

I often miss my view from the 33rd floor of my old place -- the lake, the skyline, the sunset.

But at least for a couple of weeks out of the year I can look out at these nice fruit trees that bloom in various shades of pink and white and fuchsia. 

I have to say it's a surprisingly tasteful touch for a place that is otherwise pretty crappily maintained. They must have been planted a long time ago, in a decade when the owners actually cared.