I just cannot do without my garden backyard or no backyard. This years garden is off to a good start with a couple of pots of tomatoes a couple of pots of cucumbers and various pots of flowers.
I still have a window box I want to plant with herbs and I need a few more flowers to round things out.
The bird feeder is getting busier and busier though sadly I have yet to see a chickadee and certainly don’t see the variety of birds I did in Lindsay. Gone are my waxwings, juncos, nuthatchs, woodpeckers and numerous other varieties. No doubt they are near but they eschew the balcony.Back to the garden I’m hoping to add more veggies and have plans to plant a couple of pots with grass seed and bulbs in hopes of having a little spring garden next year. High hopes maybe but nothing ventured nothing gained. Morning glories are also on the agenda. I can remember as a little girl walking around the various garden areas with my mom early in the morning the beautiful blues of the morning glory in the late summer, the colourful baubles of the sweet pea, tall stately snap dragons I loved them all! I am at my most content with my hands covered in soil, the smell of earth and life in my nostrils and a symphony of birdsong as accompaniment
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mosses from and Old Manse