Living in an apartment during this season of my life has way more benefits than pitfalls. But one thing I am really missing is gardening. I used to have hundreds of blooming plants. Colors abounded in pinks of every hue, yellows, deep purples, lilacs, oranges, blues and even whites. I miss my plants but they are in new homes all over Phoenix. I miss my wheelbarrel, shovel,porch swing, using my favorite hose, bees and even my invasive morning glory. But with a new season, comes new opportunites, and so, I am countingthe blessings of not having a high water bill, not pulling weeds and mowing grass. And so, each day for me is the first day of the rest of my life.
However. Isn't there always a however? I miss playing in the dirt.
My 1000 square foot apartment home is home to 11 house plants and my balcony holds 15 plants. Because I am an avid rooter, I decided that any dirt would do, so, today I grabbed a brand new bag of Miracle Grow Moisture Control and turned my kitchen counters into a temporary potting room. Every single rooter offered plants ready for soil and my box of clay pots came out of the storage room. No gloves needed: I wanted to touch the soil and let it clog my fingernails. I made a mess, but how fun it was! And what satisfaction to now have 14 more planters, both inside and out. I took three various spider plants to my neighbor and started new plants to root: next time my need for playing in the dirt hits, I'll be ready.
It was a good afternoon. A very good afternoon.
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