a different garden

I wanted to throw out a few paragraphs about gardening today. About mixing flowers with vegetables in the dirt patch you have to work with. About a set of community gardens I visited this afternoon (Troy Gardens, for those who live in Madison and may know the place), thanks to an invitation from a friend who lives there...












But I ran out of time. Completely, totally out of time.  So much did I run short on time today that Ed went to our local Thursday farmers market without me and, too, we had to postpone our game of tennis.

I am one busy person this week.

But I do have time for this quick thought: the home I visited, the one at Troy Gardens, used to be the home of another friend and I find this so very interesting -- to think about how these different lives and histories have come to inhabit this same space and in many ways, each regards it as her own.

It reminds me of the home where my girls grew up: I pass by that way every once in a while and I pause on Rosie, gawking, yes, unabashedly,  admiring changes and improvements, thinking about the history that's being created there, in those rooms where my girls grew up. This new history is so different from our own, though never less important or less fascinating in its own set of details.

I'll leave you with just one insignificant photo of a garden plot at Troy community gardens. Because it shows off what you can do in a very wee bit of space.







As for life back at the farmhouse? Well, it's still cool in the mornings, but if I bundle up in a thick sweatshirt, we can eat breakfast on the porch (Ed, of course, can make do with just a t-shirt)...

And that's a good thing.






(Note the peaches: it's raining peaches now at the farmette.)






Oh, and let me always give a grateful nod here to farmette flowers.