Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Since I got Duncan the dastardly dachshund, I walk a lot. It's common for us to take three walks a day, meandering through our neighborhood greeting dogs and children and squirrels and crows. I've always loved walking, and I do my best thinking while on the move. If Ben and I need to discuss something serious, we walk or drive, using the physical momentum to propel us forward in decision making.
Our neighborhood isn't great, but it isn't horrid either. We live in the city and as a city community it has all the usual characters, from the homeless to the conscientious home owner. The streets around my four-plex are filled with apartments and town homes, but just a few streets west there are neatly kept single family dwellings, the new money that came into the 'hood during the housing boom.
Something that stands out about my neighborhood is that we love dogs and we love gardens. As fall turns to winter and I walk these same streets again and again trying to tire out my 11 month old puppy, I'm amazed by the variety of gardens, in parking areas and in pots, in side yards and in the small strip of grass bordering the street. We love growing things to admire and provide food for the table.
What does your garden grow?