Since two were stolen a few days ago, pretty much nobody has messed with my garden. Some punk pushed the blocks onto the plants again, but they’re tough little things, and they fluffed right back up. They’re really starting to thrive and spread to cover the bare-ass dirt around the tree, which is also starting to grow really quickly.

My friend Yury who lives downstairs said maybe it’s because they’re getting used to it. A little garden full of actual living things is no longer an oddity.

I think the garden is here to stay. I’m still planning on buying a fence. I leave nothing to chance.