Spaces: The Garden
Winter tends to be the least beautiful time in a garden. This is especially hard-hitting for those who garden in the city, like myself. All the dead plant material collected on the ground of a balcony, the overgrown branches of rose bushes snagging at your clothes without the leaves and flowers to conceal them, the pots of plants that got blown over in the wind, the battered flowers and bedraggled leaves weathering the wind, the dark and cold discouraging you from venturing out to tend to your plants…for the past couple months, it feels like the universe had come together to starve me specifically of my passion. The space that was once overflowing with life—plants spilling out of their pots and reaching for the sky, bees buzzing from flower to flower, birds chirping as they poke about, butterflies flitting among their abundant choices—felt suddenly barren, somehow simultaneously too empty and overcrowded with scraggly dead stems in pots at the same time. Now, I love warm sweaters and...