My daughter and I bond over her nearby garden
Every year, Kala’s nasturtiums invade her neighbours’ gardens. Every year, we sow more. It’s not as if we don’t know they will self-seed for eternity. It’s an addiction I fear I have passed on to my daughter. Sometimes, wWith some gardening, enough may never be enough.
I have written before about how it was this greedy, pretty, gaudy flower that kindled my connection with growing. With Kala, of course, it is different. For her it’s about nasturtiums’ almost scary efficiency. The smothering ground cover, edging on invasion. The way the vines loop over its opposition as if throwing climbing ropes. An all-conquering flowering army. Bringing beauty.