When I started Gardenhood, a little over fifteen months ago, I asked the question, “When does a patch of earth become a garden?”
Well, it’s May, the month of garden riots, the month of dawn to dusk labor for those of us nuts enough to have chosen gardening as a profession, the month when all the thinking space in my brain is taken up with what plants to get for which gardens and how to get all the annuals planted before June. So, I don’t feel capable of answering the question.
Even so, as the weeks of spring fold into those of summer, each time I go out and arrive back at the flat corner lot, I have a good feeling and recurring thought, “It’s starting to look like a gardener lives here.”
It was spring of 2010 that I began reclaiming the 900 square foot parking median from years of total neglect, and I smothered another 900 square feet of front lawn.
The median has come alive.
And inside the chain-link fence, much has changed.
Tree and herbaceous peonies have just gone to their first prom.
The smoke bush will soon be smokin’.
Nearly every day, there is something new to see.
And Edward the Handsome approves most of it. (To approve everything would be to deny his cathood).
I think, just maybe, this patch of earth is becoming a garden.