|geraniums in Galicia, Spain|
I have lived in the same apartment with Monsieur Là-Bas for 25 years. Until 2 years ago, we had an enclosed balcony. Our apartment faces north-east so the choice of plants was limited. After 2 years of scaffolding and blue plastic shrouding, our open balcony (with floor and railing that I did not choose) was complete. Strata renovations are nerve-wracking and costly. I'm reading L'Appart:The Delights and Disasters of Making My Paris Home by David Lebovitz right now. My construction woes seem trivial in comparison. But ...oh yeah, he gets to live in Paris.
|My balcony is flowers and herbs this year.|
Last year, I experimented with large plastic barrels and grew aubergines, peppers and tomatoes. Unfortunately, after my harvest, I had large plastic barrels that did not drain well during November rainstorms in Vancouver. Since Monsieur does not eat many vegetables, the fruits (or vegetables, in this case) of my labours were not enjoyed. Especially when he had to transport the barrels down the elevator and dispose of them. Lesson learned!
|The focus of this year's balcony is to attract hummingbirds and pollinators.|
I grew up on a half acre lot in a rural suburb. My parents had lawns to mow and to trim (with shears), vegetable gardens to weed, flower beds to tend and the kids had a "natural" field with high grass and blackberry bushes to enjoy. My parents never sat still during the day because there was always work to do.
|a window box in Belgravia, London|
As I have travelled, I have noticed that people seem to have an instinct to grow plants wherever they live. A window box or an allotment garden are vital to so many urban dwellers. My busy daughter has started to grow cacti in her apartment. She has an app on her phone to remind her to water.
|Some friends and I went on a garden tour two summers ago.|