When the lemons rain around me, I garden.
When a globalised world with impotent local actors threatens to destabilise my sense of autonomy, gardening is my best response. It allows me to grow food for my family, thus reducing costs and dependence on the supermarket and reducing the food miles aspect to supermarket-purchased vegetables. I also happen to really really enjoy gardening. Over the last few days, mostly in the weekend, I sowed sunflower seeds, transplanted my Mrs Kitson's marigolds, weeded, dug in bokashi, sowed phacelia, oriental mesclun, beetroot and a shady garden scatter blend of aquilegias. I've also bought and planted seedlings of pak choi, two kinds of lettuce (including 'drunken woman' because that name has always appealed to me) and perpetual spinach. Waiting on the table outside to be planted are dwarf cosmos, two asparagus plants and some coriander. Inside I'm tending my tomato plants on the windowsill. I don't sow much seed if I can easily buy seedlings due to time constr