Rooftop Gardens
When I lived in Manhattan, I was lucky enough to have a large terrace, and I was passionate about rooftop container gardening. There was something about blasting horns, screeching brakes and masses of people below which compelled me to hoist, drag, rent cars to get supplies, and hoard every ounce of soil I brought home …and make a garden
It took a long time, but over the course of ten years, I had large rhododendrons, a hawthorn tree, climbing roses, yews and an assortment of both annuals and perennials, and a wonderful wisteria vine which was lost when new railings went up on the building. Before drip systems, I went home and diligently watered every single container every night which sometimes wasn’t all that easy after a few drinks with friends on the way home.
There was enormous satisfaction derived from every single plant and pot because I’d gone through so much to get it there and keep it growing. I would clip, fuss, fertilize and nurture what seemed like every single leaf. I clipped root systems to keep the plants happy in their containers. I clipped evergreens within millimeters of perfection. Nevertheless, to open windows and doors in Manhattan and smell fresh flowers and water on soil was heaven to me.
Life rolls on and that garden isn’t there anymore. I was away when 9/11 happened and when I did return several weeks later, most everything had dried up beyond repair or was covered in ash. My heart wasn’t in it anymore, and I gave up the apartment and the garden for a life in the country. But I loved that garden, and for any of you who have any space at all in the city …garden it!





