Last week my friend when my friend L. came to visit she wanted to see the garden since she had enjoyed reading this blog. She wondered if my readers knew just how small my garden is. So in case you are a new reader—welcome, and didn’t see my earlier posts, my outdoor garden is on an apartment balcony that is slightly over eleven feet long and four and a half feet deep. It’s a bit smaller than the last place we lived but it’s amazing how much of God’s plant and “animal” creation can fit into it.
My main reason for blogging about my garden is the pleasure of sharing it with you. In addition to being a gardener, I’m a visual artist, writer and budding photographer. This blog makes a great place to put my various skills together. However, I can’t help but championing container gardens, even “tree house” (2nd story) gardens like mine. A garden doesn’t have to be large to be a great enjoyment. The photo is from a previous autumn. I’m amazed to see how much bigger certain varieties have grown this year—must be the fertilizer.
Living in a small space—especially if it’s rented, is so much against the way most Americans think. Though one third of all housing units are rentals, most think that unless you “own your own home”, you’re pretty much a failure. The thing is, it’s impossible to buy a home—homes are made. The idea of buying a home or being a “homeowner” is simply a realty marketing ploy; we get their ads in the mail all the time promising a “real home” for less than rent. (They don’t mention the taxes, the homeowners’ association assessments, the upkeep and repairs.) No, how you pay for a living space is not what makes it a home but a sense of welcome and refuge, a degree of comfort, good smells and sounds are some of the ingredients in making a home. These are priceless.
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