I heard Patrick Lane, the poet, describing the need creative people have to rejuvinate in gardens. He described a friend describing planting some moss in a thimble and having it grow.
Each morning his friend put one drop of water in the thimble. The moss thrived.
My Great Grandmother Mabel Adams planted her gardens in bread pans when she lived in the "boneyard". (Boneyard is prairie for old folk's home) She documented the growth of each pan of prairie sod and kept a list of the huge number of varieties that sprouted up through that year.
Today my garden is thriving. The Johnny Jump-ups self planted through the winter and are everywhere. So are the harebells and poppies. The lilacs are overpowering. The rhubarb is delicious and the herbs are everywhere.
My little farm is 25 feet by 100 feet not including where the house is built.
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