My eyes were first drawn to a large trumpet vine - and then to a cavern of shade and green. The day was humid, hot and too bright for not having sunglasses.
As strangers ran by, many scowling in the heat, this space stopped to greet me. Judging from the care labels from plants long gone, there has been a long procession of plant donations to this plot. The space feels alive, a happy home (or orphanage) to terracota and tin vessels. It is a homegrown effort, complete with postings on the chainlink fence about flower poetry from Donald Hall and congratulations on a child's batting average in little league.
This garden space was the most refreshing respite from the mid-day heat and humidity. For all of this it easily gets this week's Flowerbox Award. - Matt N.