We are just one of the gardeners here. We’ve carved up and pulled out asphalt, rearranging it to make earthy beds. We’ve watered and watched and waited. But we’ll leave the job of planting to another gardener: a bird with their own bag of seeds, or a rhizome worming its way to this new opening.

You cannot rush the garden or the other gardeners at work here. So while we wait, with itchy fingers, this garden is a reminder to be patient - that changing a landscape takes time. But change it will.

This is our garden: sprouting in the crook of our elbow, a rough and rocky embrace.

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The Ruderal Garden