El huerto urbano. The urban garden
Desde hace un año y pico compartimos un huerto urbano a las afueras de Madrid. Lo que en un principio era una solución a no poder tener un huerto en el pueblo de mis abuelos se convirtió, más allá de un entretenimiento, en una fuente de relax y placer para los sentidos y posteriormente la satisfacción de poder recoger verduras que saben y huelen como no recordaba mi adolescencia, o quizá incluso desde mi infancia.
Lo que antes era habitual en cualquier tienda o supermercado ahora es un lujo al alcance de muy pocos, especialmente en las grandes ciudades.
Since last year we share a small urban garden in the suburbs of Madrid. At the beginning it was a solution to not having a garden to plant vegetables and fruit in my grandparents village. Then it turned into something even more satisfactory: it is relaxing and a pleasure for our senses to be in touch with the sand, seeds and watering every week, but also a great reward to collect the excellent production that smells and taste like when I was a teenager, or even maybe from my childhood.
What it used to be every day shopping it is now a luxury not available for everyone, specially at big cities.
Lo que antes era habitual en cualquier tienda o supermercado ahora es un lujo al alcance de muy pocos, especialmente en las grandes ciudades.
Since last year we share a small urban garden in the suburbs of Madrid. At the beginning it was a solution to not having a garden to plant vegetables and fruit in my grandparents village. Then it turned into something even more satisfactory: it is relaxing and a pleasure for our senses to be in touch with the sand, seeds and watering every week, but also a great reward to collect the excellent production that smells and taste like when I was a teenager, or even maybe from my childhood.
What it used to be every day shopping it is now a luxury not available for everyone, specially at big cities.
