I am a girl with many facets.
For all my urbanity, sometimes I dream hazy fantasies of a place where my short-fingernailed hands can comb through dirt. In these dreams, I'm wearing gauzy cotton or linen, and a graceful straw hat sits atop my head. Part Katharine Hepburn, part Martha Stewart, in these visions I'm experiencing some communal moment with Mother Earth as I till the soil and plant crops aplenty.
The likelihood of that actually happening is directly proportional to my getting older and moving further away from The Core.
So instead, I get out my ya-yas by researching where I can pick berries locally and volunteering for the occasional yard project at the parents' home in Symmes Twp.
In the immediate future, I plan on scouting out some berry picking (strawberries? raspberries? blueberries?) this holiday weekend. In the not-too-distant future, I intend on doing some research on container gardening.
That's how city folks grow their 'maters and basil, you see.
My future apartment is on the top floors of a lovely building in Over-the-Rhine. With plenty of fire escape space, I plan on making a little container garden to grow almost everything my heart desires. Peppers, squash and green onions do well in containers, and speaking of containers, we're not talking the traditional terra cotta pots you'd pick up at Lowe's or Home Depot. Just about anything would work well as a container garden - including an old pair of shoes or boots.
I'd love to see some mint growing out of a well worn cowboy boot.
Just because a girl plants down roots amid concrete and asphalt, it doesn't mean she has to miss out on the occasional opportunity to be one with nature.
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