From hopeless corner to raised bed
From hopeless corner to raised bed
This will be the fourth garden I'll leave before the harvest. The first two times my heart was utterly broken. I 'had' lots of land, and then just before a rich harvest my life would turn upside down and I left. The third garden I started out of an inner need to garden, I didn't care anymore who would eat what I planted and really started to understand that land is not to be owned, but cared for.
Currently I'm renting a small house without garden and went to help friends in their gardens for a while, but it's not the same as planting and caring for your plants right where you live. I found out that behind my house is a tiny, neglected, rubble-filled backyard, and today I turned two piles of rubble into two raised beds.
Not really a balcony, but small scale zero budget gardening. I felt so hopeless this morning with all the shit going on in the world, and I feel so much better now. If I leave here before harvest my friends hopefully will come and eat everything!