I know it is odd for an urbanite such as myself to be so hopelessly obsessed with dirt. Without a patch of my own to till, I have been cyberstalking my friend Greer's garden. Between writing her dissertation, and whipping off exhibition reviews, she has created her own personal Eden. When she moved into her house several years ago, the only thing in the backyard was a grapevine. Now it brims with lilacs, peonies and lush green ferns. Since early April I have been watching as little seedlings have transformed under her green thumb into a myriad of tomato, eggplant and basil plants, most of which were recently transferred to a wonderful new vegetable container.
Greer confesses to being jealous of her neighbors' well-tended, mature gardens. But personally, I am inspired by her joy in nurturing a fledgling garden. I love getting excited updates on the basil plants, hearing her worry over night-time temperatures and marauding squirrels, and watching as she meticulously records each new growth with her camera.
I think we will have to check back periodically to see what Greer does with all this bounty (I have heard rumors of her culinary skills!).