About two and a half years ago, my boyfriend and I lived in the tiniest one-bedroom apartment with all of my animals. It was a tight fit. And a crappy apartment, but we filled it with a lot of love, and we were friendly with our neighbors. It was a good thing, too, because the walls were so thin that our neighbors seemed more like roommates.
There was an older couple that lived next to us. We were there to help them the day they moved in, and they were always outside working on the plants that grew in their 4 square foot “yard”, so we always said hello.
When they moved, it was sudden and unexpected, and they had to downsize because they were going to live with her sick mother. They gave us all kinds of odds and ends as they were leaving: a shower curtain, some knickknacks, and… a houseplant!
It was the first plant I was ever able to keep alive. And that inspired me to try growing things again. And last year went pretty well. So, here we go again.
The sun is out, and it is finally warm enough to be sitting outside to read a book. It seems like winter is finally letting go. Don’t be fooled, though, we still have a few cold nights in the forecast.
But my roses are blooming.
And my broccoli is growing.
Because of the impending cold, my container garden is still sitting in my driveway so they can easily be pulled in for the night.
It a mess out there. Oh, well, “dirt don’t hurt”.