I am living VERY vicariously through your descriptions of your garden. We have at least 5 years left in NYC for a variety of reasons, but we’re actually entertaining the thought of how we might wangle buying a little something cheap here, to live in for the foreseeable future and then to sell when we figure out our next destination.
But it’s gotta have at least a terrace. I looked at an online listing this morning with a terrace/balcony 4’6” x 13’6”. Not sumptous by any means, but more than the standard 4x6 NYC apt. balcony. In my mind, I mapped out my urban garden — window boxes all around the railing for herbs, and then standing rectangular wood grow boxes for ‘matoes and salad/cooking greens. And then we’d see what else was possible, always considering that a little table and some chairs might be nice in the midst of my urban garden.
And we haven’t even been approved for a mortgage yet. That’s how desperate my gardening fantasy life is.
In other news, I went to Union Square yesterday and got: asparagus, ramps, spring onions, baby collards and mustards, lots of wildish arugula, bacon and two kinds of sausage, gorgeous little golden potatoes…let’s hope it doesn’t all go bad in the fridge.
I am living VERY vicariously through your descriptions of your garden. We have at least 5 years left in NYC for a variety of reasons, but we’re actually entertaining the thought of how we might wangle buying a little something cheap here, to live in for the foreseeable future and then to sell when we figure out our next destination.
But it’s gotta have at least a terrace. I looked at an online listing this morning with a terrace/balcony 4’6” x 13’6”. Not sumptous by any means, but more than the standard 4x6 NYC apt. balcony. In my mind, I mapped out my urban garden — window boxes all around the railing for herbs, and then standing rectangular wood grow boxes for ‘matoes and salad/cooking greens. And then we’d see what else was possible, always considering that a little table and some chairs might be nice in the midst of my urban garden.
And we haven’t even been approved for a mortgage yet. That’s how desperate my gardening fantasy life is.
In other news, I went to Union Square yesterday and got: asparagus, ramps, spring onions, baby collards and mustards, lots of wildish arugula, bacon and two kinds of sausage, gorgeous little golden potatoes…let’s hope it doesn’t all go bad in the fridge.