The Balcony Garden That Taught Me to Wait

Last spring, I moved into a small flat with only a narrow balcony facing north.

Most people would say this is a terrible place for a garden, but I decided to try anyway.

I bought three pots, some soil, and a few packets of seeds that do not need much sun.

Every morning before work, I checked the soil with my finger to see if it was dry.

For two weeks, nothing happened, and I almost gave up.

Then one Tuesday, tiny green points pushed through the dark earth, and I felt strangely proud.

Growing plants on a north balcony is slow work, because the light is weak and the wind is cold.

I learned to water less often but more deeply, and to move the pots closer to the glass on sunny days.

Now, six months later, my mint and parsley are healthy, and I pick a few leaves for dinner each evening.

Gardening has changed how I use my time, since I no longer rush through every task.

Waiting for a seed to grow teaches patience that no app can offer.