I found a wealth of information on container gardening at life on the balcony. While ours may not be the prettiest garden on the block, I have big dreams for this little collection of seeds, dirt, and our former storage bins.
I hope the garden will revive in us a sense of wonder in an everyday thing like finding food.
I hope it will build in us a reverence for our food – to know that food takes work, and a healthy earth. And to know we can’t make it on our own.
I hope it will connect us to the divine. And remind us that it is God (and not Wal-Mart!) who sustains us.
Of course, a three year old sees this in much more simple terms. As we were planting his pea sprouts, he said (very excitedly, as he says most things these days) – “Momma! This is gonna be great! When we grow our food, we will not have to go to the grocery store anymore, and that’s good…because it is so boring there.”
And, for now, I suppose that’s a perfectly fine way to think about it, too. 🙂