Day Two Hundred and Twenty-Five - The Secret Garden

As much as I don't really like going outside unless absolutely necessary, one of the many things I miss about my old house was the garden. We had full, private use of the backyard and garden for three summers. Although we BBQ-ed rarely due to raccoon attacks and we never had people over - I miss the garden. The flowers I was very "meh" on, but I loved growing my own vegetables. It was a source of fascination and great interest to me. Of course, each year we were overrun by tomatoes and other things - but that was always a great feeling. Especially when contrasted with these days when...I got nothing. Most days I feel like I live in a basement apartment, actually.

However, in the city green spaces tend to happen in the most unusual places. One such space surrounds the entrance/exit to my subway stop. This area has been taken over my community garden people and this week in particular the flowers have been particularly beautiful and fragrant [and not in an allergic way - it's a fine line for me]. Normally I appreciate them while cruising on by, but today I was so taken in by a really lush smell that I just had to - I stopped and smelled the flowers. I'm no good @ identifying flowers, so I can't tell you what it was that smelled so good, although I was able to locate it. The garden has grown really full and tall - it's really spectacular [my camera is still without a protective case so no photo - I will try next week]. So much so that I was moved to send an email of appreciation to the people who maintain the garden. I wanted to let them know that, as someone without their own green space, their garden really brightens my day before and after heading into the un-green subway [although it often has many interesting smells]. I got a quick response from the garden people and they have invited me to join them on a future Sunday...which I just might do, depending on my levels of social anxiety.