It looks as if the irises we rescued from a trash heap last year are going to make it after all. Heirloom tomato and pepper seedlings, from seed swaps and home-saved seed, are surviving under the plant light, while the nights still dip down into the forties. With my seeds, I plant prayers. Our apartment garden is too shaded to grow most of our vegetables and herbs. Every year there is the possibility that it will be slated for development, despite it's fifteen year history as a community garden .
Gardeners are mostly a peaceful bunch.
It takes a lot to get us out into the street with shouts and banners and all of our hopes and fears made political. But the seasons and the weather don't care much about politics or real estate. The seeds need to be planted now if there are to be harvests later in the season. Our garden is a haven. Oregano and lemon thyme, parsley and chives I rub them between my hands and then hold my hands out for my husband to sniff.