Little City Gardens

Salad greens are growing lush. Snails and slugs are growing fat alongside them, living large in a jungle of color.

Emerald tatsois unfold in wide rosettes. Purple feathered mustards articulate themselves against green. Garlic chives congregate in loose tufts. Golden frill mustards effortlessly loft themselves in the crowd, while sorrels leaves lay green, heart-shaped and flat, a red the color of blood spreading through plant arteries.

Nasturtium rounds are dull green palettes tie-died white. Lettuce leaves are yellowing canvases splattered brick red. With a stroke of magenta, the lambs quarter’s jagged leaf is electrified.

Cilantro holds out squat palms and dill fronds brush. Valley green amaranth darkens scarlett at the rivers of its veins as favas stand like night guards broad, moon-silver and alert.

I love each ingredient of this salad mix. I love putting them together into elaborate mixes. We get to be artists, considering color, shape, texture, and flavor. I also love the salad greens as a vehicle for creating a modest business, a vehicle for engaging ourselves as farmer/gardeners in the city.  A vehicle for a social, entrepreneurial experiment.