The balcony garden is growing. I mean that in several senses.
When we left Abilene, three summers ago, I sadly parceled out the plants from my patio garden to friends: I knew they wouldn’t survive four days and 2200 miles in a hot car or a hotter moving van. The basil, tomato, white dahlia, red geranium, and massive “love fern” (from my sister’s wedding reception) all stayed behind as we drove north.
Each year since then, I have bought a geranium (always red), a basil plant (we use the leaves all the time in the summer), and usually another herb: rosemary one year, mint the next.
I plant them in cheery red and terra cotta pots, and I step outside in the morning and evening, to water and deadhead and prune. They flourish through the summer, and then I bring them inside, nursing them as long as possible into the autumn.
The geranium above survived its first winter and bloomed even more bountifully in its second summer. I nursed it through its second winter, but by April I thought it had given up the ghost. I set it out on the balcony when the weather warmed, though I also bought another one (hedging my bets). Now – to my continuing surprise – they’re both blooming. I love the cheery red clusters of flowers and the leaves’ spicy scent.
My basil and peppermint have struggled this year, but a couple of recent heat waves have kick-started them. The basil isn’t at pesto-making volume yet, but it’s growing.
This year, my friend Abi and I split a flat of cherry tomato plants, and my three have shot up, growing leggy and producing tiny yellow blooms. Now there are actual tiny green tomatoes on all three plants. (I’m going to need sturdier stakes.)
We don’t have a backyard, so a row of pots on the balcony is as much as I can manage – but I don’t mind. I love watching the daily and weekly growth, the sense of wonder at a new bud or fruit forming on the stem. I love the little surprises that come from growing things, anything, all summer long.
What’s growing in your garden, or on your balcony or fire escape, this summer?
cakes, tea and dreams 
We have a yard, but it’s so shady there’s no place for a garden. I’ve tried to “garden” in pots in years past. The herbs have done really well, but I have had no luck with tomatoes – the plants grow, but the tomatoes either don’t ripen or the plants don’t yield any fruit. In six summers, I’ve harvested four tomatoes. This year, in a last ditch effort, I planted one tomato plant in the ground in my front yard in the only sunny spot. To my surprise it is doing quite well. The plant is actually taller than me – it’s approaching six feet. It’s loaded with tomatoes and I harvested my first ripe one on Sunday.
In our latest house I designed, built (the royal “we” meaning mostly my husband), planted the garden of my dreams. A French style potager. Growing so many goodies. Not a lot of any one thing (empty nest now) but variety. Asparagus, artichokes, strawberries, horseradish, one section of herbs, several types of beans and peas, okra, 6 types of tomatoes, garlic, red and yellow onions, shallots, leeks, squashes and melons. Sunflowers and cut flowers are in a bed just outside the main garden. I love love love it! And especially love the daily trips to water and pick yummies for the day’s meals. My little spot of heaven.
I really envy you green thumb people! I’m in the process of slowly killing (accidentally, I promise) a gorgeous succulent someone gave me. I give more water and then less. I try more sunshine and then less.
And, nothing.
Sigh.
Your blacony looks like heaven to me!
Lovely garden!