I dream about this so much, living in Boston. It costs millions to have a home with a yard here. In my current rental I have zero outdoors space because I’m on an upper floor and the folks on the bottom floor have control over the outdoors space.
I just want a garden. A little garden with native wildflowers that cater to butterflies, bees, and hummingbirds: coneflower, butterfly bush, honeysuckle, black-eyed susan, cosmos. I want to eat vegetables I’ve grown.
It’s gotten to the point where I have dozens of houseplants just to meet this desire of mine. Growing tomatoes indoors has proved futile, no matter how big of a planter box I use. This is the best I’ve got. I had a dream a couple weeks ago where I ripped up the floorboards in one room of my apartment and put dirt down and went shopping for seeds. It was such a happy dream.
If I could really do whatever I want, I’d get a little chicken coop and keep hens for eggs. I’d have a little koi pond and some bee houses. I’d have dozens of bird feeders and houses.
I don’t belong in the city…..