Spring has been springing for over two months now and I’m still in awe. A city that had felt hostile, cold and barren now dances in bird song and explodes in green lushness, flowers and joy. I just can’t get over it and nor do I want to.
I often take the scenic route, avoiding busy or ugly streets, preferring the magical blend of beautiful architecture, lush gardens and the sway of trees sighing in the gentle wind.
You see, ever little bit of green helps in an urban environment. The less cement, the better. I often wish the sidewalks were narrower, giving way to plant life instead. Perhaps, our walkways could be like quaint brick paths with little grasses, weeds and dandelions creeping up between the bricks, exposing the soil and the richness of life.
In spite of the concrete, pavement, dense buildings and humanity’s intent to control and contain nature, she persists, determined to burst forth. You see her in between sidewalk cracks, growing up the side of buildings and taking over the yards of vacant homes.
I often wonder about her rich soil and microorganisms trapped beneath streets, buildings and sidewalks, wondering if they persist too? I wonder about the rain water that longs to feed the soil and give birth to life, that is often left to trickle down the cement and into storm drains instead?
And, I wonder if cities could be like forests, seamlessly merging man-made with nature in a mutually nourishing and symbiotic dance expressing the web of life?