Community garden

I live is a small town. The type of town that everybody vaguely knows everybody and school is a cesspit if knowledge about everything but the actual curriculum. I walk to school every morning and walk back every evening nothing new just the same bills that I never quite get used too dispute crawling up it for 3 years. I’m going off to uni. As far away as I can but still a small town. But you don’t want to know about that that you want to know about the community garden. So did I.

Saving up for uni with a shitty job is fine and all but it’s two days a week and I had time to kill. Nobody ever talked about the abandoned community garden and I’ll be honest - neither did I. So I went to explore. I’ve always wanted to go on adventures but I’ve always found a reason not to. Until now. I mean it’s only five minutes away I had no reason not to. Trust me I tried. I grabbed a pack of wild flowers that have been laying around for a while and a bottle of water for me and the plants to share. I dawdled down still thinking of reasons to go so wrapped up in my head I didn’t realise I arrived until I tripped over the edge of the garden. Soil. Gravel. Garbage. Resigning my self to my fate I cleared away the rocks and the garbage, into the corner since there was no where else to put it. My legs cramping allowed me to be satisfied with my work I sat on the edge of garden reading the instructions on the seed packet. Sighing and sipping water I stood up and Surveyed my small patch of land acutely aware of the sweat caking my t-shit to my back thanking what ever external force out there nobody had walked past all morning.

Cracking my back I bent over to plant the flowers. ‘They won’t grow’ I think pessimisticly as I get to work. It took about half an hour it wasn’t a big patch. Satisfied with my work I tried - key word being tried - to even spread the remaining water from my bottle on the soil and dawdled on home. Collapsing in front of the couch and promptly forgot about my garden.

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My garden grew, my Heart swelled every time I walk past the little plot of land.

First it was shoots green and bright a clear contrast of the dull world it’s surrounded by. Then the flowers a cacophony of colours that don’t quite make sense together but work all the same. They are growing very fast, big ,strong and fast.

I seem to have grown fond of them. Once in my truly apathetic life I care about something. It hurts to say goodbye but I’m off to university. I wonder if they have community gardens at uni.

The flowers never stop growing. By the end of year there is no home to go back too.

I still love my garden though.