Today I went to a part of the city that I don’t visit all that often. As I walked two blocks to my destination, I passed by a community garden:
Though the garden as a whole was clearly nearing the end of its’ growing cycle, a few plots in the space still had some vitality to them. A bunch of vibrant red peppers piqued my eye, so I gently walked a few steps inside the perimeter to get a closer look:
Once I entered the alive-yet-calm space, I got completely sucked in to the garden. I breathed in the wonderful smells of dirt and decay and life:
I felt the contrast of the warm sun and the chilly shadows:
I delighted in listening to the dry corn stalks brush against one another, eavesdropping on their secrets and watching their gentle dance:
And I laughed out loud when I saw the newest crop that a fun neighbor had planted:
Looks like it’s a great growing season.