I first saw these tiny garden plots when travelling from the Frankfurt airport by train into town. Looking out my window I could see what looked like a series of miniature farms. Most of these plots had a tiny house or shed for tools. Many had picnic tables. By mid-summer all of them had an over abundance of growth. Grape vines, flowers, corn, beans, carrots, everything. When I returned to Canada I started looking for similar gardens. While there are some small community plots I found few that included the space for a building or shed until recently. I have now wandered through these gardens for three years, amazed at the early season organising, the rapid summer growth, and the off season work on the buildings fashioned from sticks, planks and rolls of heavy plastic. These things are the visible signs of the season’s passing. The changes are not only in the plants, but in the smells in the air and the feel of the ground itself. As summer passed, then fall and now winter, soil is prepared for the coming year, tools, sticks, rope and boards are all put way. Little fields that were colourful and overgrown become brown, flat, empty spaces. Tables and chairs are turned over and covered. Everything changes in response to the seasons. Everything looks ahead. The gardeners are always planning.