It always amazes me how much of Amsterdam is under construction, or demolition.
So when, for Mother’s Day, I got three seed grenades – clay shells filled with wildflower seeds – to lob at abandoned, unloved places of my choice, the answer was obvious: a fenced-off patch of land not too far from where I live, which is stuck in a stalemate between its developer and local government, and which has been standing empty for nearly 5 years now.
I bike by it nearly every day, and its blankness annoys me. Mostly because the city, a place desperate for space, hasn’t temporarily made it useful until they figure things out.
So my son, who loves throwing things, and I set out to make the space at least temporarily more beautiful.
We won’t see the results for a couple of months yet, but anything would be an improvement. Even just a flash of colour, blowing in the breeze.