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The Cracked Pot is not about perfect peonies and regal roses, yet it can grow both perfectly well. It can hold the dirt, the seeds, the water and warm its terracotta sides in the sun. It’s broken, yet can still do everything it needs to get the job done. It is imperfect, yet perfect for the task at hand.

Somewhere between Martha and Manifesto, it’s a make-do approach to both making and doing. No gabardine garden gloves or save-the-world-soapboxing. It’s about cutting corners. Being creative. Using what you have.

So skip the pleasantries and do what you want. Grow vegetables instead of a lawn. Take over an empty lot. Fuck fertilizers and insert a dead fish.

The Cracked Pot is both dirty and unimpressive.

Who wouldn’t want to share in that?

I’m an urban gardener in East Vancouver, B.C., and this is my blog. Email me at sarabearchell@hotmail.com or find me on facebook.

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