Nibs runs Spiral Court – a narrow rooftop circle where the vines twist upward like green ladders and the pufftrees lean inward, shading the benches.
She’s in charge of the lineup: who gets which seat, which vine wraps which beam, how many steps between flowerpots.
Every third Tuesday, Florendelle holds the Spiral Picnic here. By dawn, Nibs has arranged every biscuit by size, every cup by handle angle, every plum by glisten.
Last week, someone swapped two plums when she wasn’t looking.
This week, she arranged them on their own plate and labeled them: ‘For the brave.’