5/12

I had a professor in undergrad who left for two weeks each spring to "work the family farm." The intense spring planting season always demanded all members of the family so he drove from Indiana to Illinois and abandoned his classes. There was much contention among the students as to whether or not he was actually working or farming or, for that matter, even spending time with family. To any stressed out student, the idea of two weeks "off" before finals sounded incredible.

On my way from the Mountain Research Station in Nederland to The Feed Store in Byers I stopped in Boulder to check in on the garden and my dog. My dog, Ranger, greeted my with excitement and a reasonable amount of forgiveness for leaving him behind. My plants, Buttercrunch, Red Russian, Rocket, Lacianto, and especially Red Oak acknowledged my return with a browny sulkiness that spoke of plentiful sun and inconsiderable water provisions.

Of course, it is during my time immersed in a course titled Art and Rural Environments that champions context specificity and local knowledge that I let my Plants in Suburban Settings fend for themselves.