I heard a proverb once: (roughly) If you want happiness for an hour, open a bottle of wine. If you want happiness for a year, fall in love. If you want happiness for a lifetime, plant a garden.
Earlier this month, I commandeered* the back space of our apartment building, and am currently planting, so, at the end of the summer, I will tell you if I know anything about this last bit of the ancient proverb.
Not that I am a total novice to growing. I'm a pretty decent fire escape gardener (if there is such a thing).
The picture below is my grapefruit mint, my pride and joy. I wintered her inside, and this spring, transplanted her in a larger pot.
It's hard to live in my neighborhood sometimes. I mean it's beautiful. But, sometimes too beautiful. When I go for runs near the park, I pass block after block of beautiful brownstones with decades old gardens. Then I come home and stare at the brown swatch that is under my care, and wonder if anything I plant will actually grow.
Though, one way or the other, I'll have my grapefruit mint.
*obviously, when I say commandeer, I mean I asked my landlord, Jerry, very nicely if it would be okay if I planted a little, and he said he thought it would be. And then I said, well, okay, if you're sure it's okay. And he said, yeah, I think it's fine. And then I said, okay, well, thanks very much.
That's what I mean by commandeer.