The container in this photo is a cube-shaped flower pot made out of clear glass. It’s on the smallish side, maybe 4″x4″… the former home of a succulent that my eldest killed from neglect. I was going to pitch the whole thing but at the last minute I was convinced to keep it and reuse it for something else. I added a bit of soil, dropped in some clover seeds, left it on the windowsill, and waited.
The little clovers are so cheery, waving around like that. I wonder if there’s a four-leafer in there somewhere?
A read a great article over at Macleans this morning and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. In fact, I’m planning on reading it again while I’m not on the treadmill and my deadlines have passed. :) The end of neighbours is about how our relationships with our neighbours are slowly eroding and how this spills over and affects other parts of our lives. It’s a brilliant piece, but it has left me feeling a little depressed.
Read it, and let me know what you think.
Do you have a good relationship with your neighbours, or not? I’d love to hear your good neighbour story if you have one. Maybe it will inspire others to be good neighbours as well. After all, a good neighbourhood is all about good neighbours, isn’t it?
