When we moved into our house, I told myself I would plant a garden. That’s one of the biggest perks of having a yard, and I love garden-fresh produce. It’s tasty. It’s good for the environment. Why is everyone not gardening? I thought. Despite these thoughts, a garden never seemed to materialize.
Then we down-sized to a yardless apartment, and I enthusiastically researched ways to use my limited space to grow my own food. I daydreamed about window farming for a while before I moved on to the much more realistic idea of having a simple herb garden in my window. Totally do-able, right?
We are just starting our third year in our apartment, and I have no plants at all, much less a garden of any sort. I can’t help but think about my lack of garden every time I walk by the small raised-bed garden in the tiny patch of green in front of my building. Good on you, neighbor. Maybe next year, I’ll try that too.
“Lulled by rumble, babble, beep,
let these little children sleep;
let these city girls and boys
dream a music in the noise,
hear a tune the city plucks
up from buses, up from trucks . . .”
–from “Manhattan Lullaby” by Norma Farber in Sky Scrape/City Scape
We may not live in a high-rise building in Manhattan, but we do live in a city. Our city, our neighborhood, has its own lullaby, which is a bit of a controversy among some residents.
It is rarely quiet on our block. The nearby park offers a steady beat of basketball bounces accented by the squeal of swings and lots of child-like laughter. They constant stream of pedestrian traffic keeps us connected to our neighborhood through the snippets of conversation and laughter that float up to our windows. This sort of noise is among my favorite parts of city life.
We don’t live close enough to the night-life for which our neighborhood is known for me to comment directly on that issue, but I will say that if you take picture books as the gauge of what city life ought to be, a high level of noisiness should be expected. :)