If you’re like me, and you feel the compulsion to garden, you will find a way to do so – no matter what your circumstances. Last December I was strolling down Burbank Blvd in North Hollywood (killing time, getting fresh air, while my husband scoured a book store) and happened upon a scene that had me thinking back to my days without a piece of earth on which to garden.
Of course I never had the luxury of a roof top to garden upon, but if I had, well, it would have probably looked something like this…
Wait, they even have a black composter up there. I wouldn’t have gone to those lengths.
Back down on the street level there was this explosion of planted goodness.
Was the same person responsible for the street-side plantings in addition to the rooftop garden? I’ll probably never know. But both were welcome on an otherwise bleak stretch of asphalt.
Sam Christensen, thank you.
Of course I shouldn’t mention my attempts at make-shift gardening without sharing a photo or two. This goes back to the late 90’s when I lived in Seattle. My dad and I built several window boxes for my apartment, which I planted up. I also had a shelf full of containers, as well as inside widow ledges stuffed full of plants. You can’t keep a gardener from gardening, but of course you already knew that.
