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.
This garden looks like a combination of many hands, many years and many plants. It does not seem to be a city sponsored plot, just an area taken over by local gardeners, maybe from the adjoining bulding. I was surprised to find the gate unlocked and decided to have a look around...
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.