I wish there was something wonderful and exciting for me to report, but alas, there’s only something I feel is wonderful and exciting to half-report.

I feel the spring in the air, and white the other side of the continent from me is frozen, dreary, and covered in snow, here it’s spring everywhere (despite the groundhog’s prediction) and the world is melting underneath my feet. I see tufts of grass, and the pavement is once again showing itself from the months of being packed under ice. This has me all excited-like.

The problem is - I live in a very old apartment building that doesn’t cater much to gardeners, and I find myself without even a patio to use. My solution to this, however, is to co-opt my boyfriend’s mother’s garden, which got little to no attention last year.

Ever since I left my garden last July, surely to be overrun with weeds and turned back into mossy/rocky grass, I’ve felt the need to have my own little patch of land this year. Try as I might to be happy with just container gardening, it just doesn’t do it for me.

I’ve already started my planning for the garden space (which I’ll have to re-evaluate when I discover what is already hidden under the 2ft of snow currently covering the plot), and as always I’m going for the wilder “cottage garden” style. A little bit of flowers, a little bit of herbs, a little bit of vegetables, all thrown together into a wonderfully wild mish-mash of greens, blues, reds, and yellows.