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!
Holy moly it looks awesome! I hope it brings you joy.