Reclaiming the balcony

The state of my balcony is closing in on the absurd. The plants seem to slowly trying to reclaim what once was their non-exploited soil. Grounds that now, and since about 60 years back, is the site for my house and several other. I am aware of my sole responsibility by putting them there. Or wait, I can put some of the responsibility on my mom for first of all the indoctrination of plant love, and second of all supplying me with many of the flowers and also storing them over the winter enabling them to survive for the next year.

Blame sharing in all its glory, doesn't stop my flowers from going berserk. There are flowers all around the top edge of the balcony, flowers in pots filling up about 2/3 of the area of the concrete floor of the balcony, and there are flowers hanging in pots from the inner rim of the balcony, and also flowers groing from pots on the ground under the balcony, crawling all the way up along the outside of the balcony. I believe my subconscious goal is to one year put so many flowers on my balcony that you can no longer see the green corrugated sheet metal forming the actual balcony.

However berserk the plants are, I am afraid that goal will not be reached this year. I will have to come up with a better strategy than the current. A way to put the flowers in more levels of the balcony, than just on the ground, hanging from the balcony, and on the top edge of the balcony. I think I will be needing more bricks, tree stumps and other items allowing a more variable elevation of the balcony floor. And also more pots hangning from the balcony, and even more flowers groing up from the ground under the balcony, covering the outside of it. Some year I hope I'll manage. It is really the best moment of the day, when I get to water my plants having been sitting in the warm sun all day, removing withered plant parts, and waiting while the incredible smell of moist warm soil fills the air.

Days like this, places other than my balcony seem far away.