To me, my aunt and uncle had the ultimate luxury-- a sprawling house in a quiet neighborhood with a prolific garden. I dreamed, when I was younger, of having a place like that. It is somewhat funny, then, that I live in a tiny apartment in a noisy borough of New York City and my garden is at the moment an overgrown postage-stamp-sized jungle.
The roadside grove near my aunt's house... as if the yard wasn't enough.
But, despite my lack of citrus trees, I am pretty happy with my lot. I remember when we first saw the apartment (which incidentally I was not terribly crazy about, being on the ground floor it is not exactly flooded with light) it took only one look at the yard for me to decide instantly that I had to live here. Land in this city is quite hard to come by, and the thought of having stewardship of even a few square feet thrilled me and threw me into a haze of daydreams. I imagined a vegetable patch, flowers climbing up the fence, an herb garden in pots leading up the backdoor. I imagined barbecues with friends and mornings spent with coffee just listening to the birds start their days.
None of this has happened yet. It will soon I hope. We are working towards the daydream. There's no room for an orange tree, but where there's dirt there must be plants (the weeds sure seem to think so). We're looking for inspiration.
What is the one thing you would plant in a small space?