My balcony, tiny though it might be, brings me many moments of calm and pleasure. Now it’s the holidays, I have time to appreciate it during the day too. Three or four Small White (Pieris rapae) butterflies flutter by on an hourly basis, attracted to the vibrant flowers of the Lantana Camara – rich red turning to orange, mixed with other varieties in pink, cream and yellow. The chili plant is weighed down anew with its daggers of fiery fruit. I love the way they change from black to green to scarlet. In the UK I remember having to pollinate my chili plants by hand using a tiny paint brush; here an army of tiny hoverflies does the job for me. Now that school lunches are finally off the menu for a couple of months, I can pick and eat the herbs I’ve grown: thyme and lemon thyme in salad; basil scattered over sweet baby tomatoes; rosemary on roast potatoes; sage for ravioli in butter; and mint with chili mixed into grated courgettes with lemon and oil. A friend has sent me a beautiful book entitled The Edible Balcony. Next year I will be growing the vegetables too. My favourite moment on my balcony is watering the plants. Barefoot in the Roman heat, I savour the cool water in-between my toes as it overflows from the soil and containers or I (deliberately) miss my target. Very often I spy the large gecko who usually hides behind the empty flower pots but occasionally creeps out to sit among the foliage; he scuttles away as soon as a drop of water falls on him.