The one week garden

Eight days ago, with help, I built an 8'x8'x8' cube out of 4"x4" lumber. Seven days ago, again, not alone, I covered that cube with nine yards of 8' wide cotton fabric. The whole thing sat, briefly, in an otherwise ugly parking space in front of my studio. It was meant to be a walled garden, to match the walled gardens in front of other nearby units. I put some planters in and had plans to cover the cracked tarmac with decorative gravel or even a whole lot of soil and plant life. A day after the frame was built and skinned, I went out of town for a meeting. By the time I got back, there was a terse note on my front door, instructing me to tear down the garden by today or have it torn down for me. One day ago, in two hours, with yet more help, I tore down what took two days to build. There's once more a parking space in front of my studio, in which people will idle and throw cigarette butts and in which garbage will collect, until I sweep out and tidy up again. So here's to my garden, which took two days to build, two hours to take down and which managed to incense building management so much that when I called to ask about the note, I got yelled at and hung up on. It's documented below.