Jardinologie or the Escapist.

Once upon a time, in a garden in the heart of the city….

jardin juif

“I would rather sit on a  pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”

Walden, Henry David Thoreau

Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake.

HDT

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For the past three days, I have been mending plants, sowing seeds and working my fingers through the earth with friends, and it is calming me. I am calm for the first time in months.

To shun away contact with offices, schools and humans who you do not want to talk to is breaking free from restraints that have been tied upon you in your sleep. Creating life from dirt and getting down in it is the most amusing feeling for a city girl, who has always had a keen dislike for anything creepy crawly.

And the most interesting people you meet, those who tend to wildlife in the city, who appreciate the smell of flowers or the trickle of fresh spring water down a cascading stream… oh! the joys of working, shovel in hand, creating ecological wonders.

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