I know when I leave, no longer able to afford the increasing rent, it will be a record of my love, not for property or possession, but for tending and care
The second time my landlord asked me to remove something I had just planted, I decided it was time to reconsider my attitude to gardening.
Not that I had been getting gardening wrong. At the front of the rented apartment I live in with my children, I’ve planted two slender crepe myrtles, one pink, one white, transforming a strip of dust into something that passersby photograph and post on Instagram.
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