07/27/2021
I haven’t always been small. In 5th grade I was one of the tallest girls in my class. I remember how mighty that felt. That was the pinnacle of my height, and now only 5’1 3/4”, I know what it means to have to work with what you got.
With a tiny back yard, I typically leave the major flower growing to my parents who support my larger flower growing dreams in their expansive garden. I bring them fistfuls of seed packs and they bring my dreams to life. With pandemic in full effect last summer, I started dreaming of what I could make happen in the empty 2.5’ feet of sunny space above our yard. This is space atop an 8’ high garden wall only accessible from a wooden ladder we built last summer.
I knew I couldn’t dig as it’s made of large boulders, so I spent many nights dreaming of planter box designs and such. Eventually after much deliberation, I landed on felt planting bags. Light weight to carry up, deep enough for decent root structure, inexpensive, and down right functional when it comes to my ever changing whims.
There is something lovely about scurrying along the wall gathering fistfuls of sweet peas, stock, roses, and a few purple bush beans tucked in here and there. Small can be mighty and beautiful when you put your mind to it.
