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| Spearmint gone wild |
Turns out the 3' x 5' garden plots in the courtyard are free for the asking. Building management loves residents to grow stuff. Who knew?
Truth to tell, I wasn't up to gardening before now. For one thing, it's so wicked hot and humid here in Baltimore, I spent my first two summers avoiding going outside.
For another, I was still mourning the loss of my gardens in Princeton. That's right,
gardens because I eventually claimed all the arable land around my end unit condo. By the time I moved, I'd spent nearly a decade creating perennial gardens that bloomed during Spring, Summer, and Fall. I kept one favorite garden trowel, gave everything else away, and resigned myself to not killing house plants.
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| Out-of-Control Knock Out rose |
Done with gardening? Apparently not.
Two days I ago I claimed two
dinky adorable plots and have my eye on a third that no one has claimed.
I've already spent six hours cleaning them out; collected thank yous from neighbors tired of looking at a rosebush that could land the role of Audrey II in a production of The Little Shop of Horrors; gardening muscles and Epsom salts baths rediscovered and celebrated.
What shall I do with my little patch of Paradise? I'm waiting for more to be revealed once I find a good garden store.
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| One view of the garden I left behind |