Leaving the Plot
It is with mixed emotions that I write today's post. My husband and I are about to embark on the next grand adventure in our lives: We bought a house! And we are exceedingly excited about making a home that we can call our own. This means I will be leaving my little garden plot that has become such a cherished part of my life for the past four years (and the inspiration for this blog). Actually, it's not so much the plot itself that I will miss; it is the people. I can dig up my herbs and flower bulbs and cart them along with me (and I will), but I can't take the people who give this place its true spirit. There are people here whose personalities are imprinted on me indelibly. Without them, the community garden is just a jumble of fences, an anonymous array of flowers, and some struggling tomato plants. All together, we've made an extraordinary place here in the city. I am certain I will miss it.
I must press forward now because moving day will be here before I know it. Where I'm going, there is ample space for a vegetable garden -- a bigger vegetable garden -- and I am excited about all the possibilities that lie before me. All of a sudden, I will also have trees, shrubs, and a lawn. Oh, my! A lawn! I will probably spend about two seconds leaping through that lawn -- a celebratory cartwheel or two fueled by the glee of home ownership -- and then that boring turf has got to go! Where there is lawn, I see space for food. And flowers. Yes, more food and more flowers. I have plans. Big plans.