Spring comes, even to a concrete garden.
People are always surprised when I tell them I have more than 60 plants growing in our one bed rented flat and little patio garden. It’s not the same as being able to work and live close to the soil but it’s still a great joy to surround oneself with green friends, even in the midst of the city. All those whose blood runs green will take nature with them to the unlikeliest of places.
Pot gardening is fairly easy, light work and a great opportunity to get to know plants when you don’t have access to a garden or allotment. I have come to see it as a metaphor for my own situation right now. My plants and I are still wild and free yet we are all constrained within limits; a pot, four walls, a sea of concrete. When we sleep we all dream together of forests, deep and dark, and the smell of the earth in the early morning after a fine rain. I have promised them, as I promise myself, that we shall all spread roots down into our sweet mother earth someday soon.
These are a few of the beautiful things appearing now in my patio.