The zen of urban gardening

We live in the smallest home on the block in a neighborhood that I often call hood and hip hotspot adjacent. On our busy corner one can often hear the automated voice of the bus announcer declaring the route’s stop, the thump of rap music from cars, and the near weekly traffic accident.

Obviously it was really important for us to create an oasis from all of that noise.

So with sweat and mulch and far too many trips to nurseries and big box stores we created a little backyard haven in the city. And in the process of transforming what I used to call “cell block D” into a zen zone I’m learning so much about what nature can teach us about our own inner nature.





About domesticpolichick

My life is a crazy jumble of sitcom-level domestic hijinks and fast-paced political reporting in the nation's capital. Breastfeeding while doing a phone interview with a senator...yep, I've done it and no, I won't reveal the name. Toddler calling a member of Congress on the cell..yeah, that really did happen. Pregnant in high heels on Capitol Hill trying to chase down a particularly grumpy senator, yeah...that was nuts. But what can I say? I'm just one domestic polichick trying to figure out the work-life balance.
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