My seedlings are right in front of my door for afternoon sun. The complex manager walked by with notices about C-19 and stuff. I met her at the door. She looks down and asks me what I'm growing. I paused for a minute, wanting to say tomatoes. What came out of my mouth was 'Weed.' She smiled and said, 'Right on!'
The worrisome bit was the 3x3x6 tent she would have seen had I opened the door another six inches. Maybe a bit of relief that I hadn't brought my 5 mature plants at the door. The more management sees what I'm doing, the less they seem to care.
No pictures 'till harvest. Just 'cause.