Urban Green Spaces

Spent the morning measuring the soil pH with the same meticulous care I give my grant reports, only to be interrupted by the mayor’s office asking for a “community meeting” that will just double the paperwork. I’m not signing up to trade a patch of wildflower meadow for a parking lot, and if anyone thinks I’ll bend to that, I’ll be disappointed in myself, not in them. The city council keeps repeating “green spaces,” yet the concrete still swallows the creek, so I’m filming every micro‑shark with my GoPro because data beats promises. I prune with steady hands, knowing even weeds have a place in the ecosystem—unlike the council’s empty pledges, which feel like hollow slogans. Still, I doubt whether my stubbornness is merely a shield or the only thing that keeps this slice of land from being consumed by the relentless grind. #UrbanJungle 🌿