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Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Pothole Gardener

What are your gardening challenges? Bad soil? No vision? You have the ability to kill everything but dandelions, which thrive? I know, I've been there. My husband makes me apologize to cilantro in advance every time I put it in the Home Depot cart. My orchids are alive due to sheer will. I have even killed indigenous plants that grow like crazy in the wild. And yet, year after year, I'm at the garden center picking 
out victims like a deranged serial killer.  

Why?

Because the joy is in the attempt.
Enter an unusual blog a friend IMed me yesterday.


This is a cyclist who was dismayed by the ugly and potentially dangerous potholes in his neighborhood. His solution? No activism or protests, no heated letters of outrage; he planted flowers in them to make them highly visible.
 
His creations rarely last more than a few hours because of where they're planted, which is sad, but it doesn't slow him down a bit.
And it makes me think that perhaps futility is just the beginning stages of practice. Why not keep trying? Even a short-lived triumph is a win, right?
Pop by his site and poke around. I guarantee it will make you smile.

Then meet me at the garden center. I need some impatiens.

5 comments:

ourlifeinaclick.blogspot.com said...

Cool!! I'm heading to the garden center today for some pansies.

Life in Rehab said...

Ohhhh, I miss pansies. They french-fry down here.

Chelsea said...

Great post, haha! It made me smile. I know how you feel - I don't have a green thumb at all, but rather a black thumb. I kill everything. I've even managed to kill bamboo (which is supposed to be really difficult to kill).

I like the story of the pothole gardener. That is so neat in a number of ways. Thanks for making me smile today! :)

Life in Rehab said...

I knew it would be a good idea to share. And Chelsea, you have a grout thumb, which is very evident from your recent posts!

The Thriftress said...

My husband has banned me from buying and planting flowers! I always kill them. But I keep trying to sneak them in the cart!
Sarah