I has garden!
Broccoli and green beans and kale, oh my!
And some pretty things like sunflowers too.
I have been so excited about this community garden since I heard about it in March, and the suspense, not knowing until just a few days ago whether I was going to get a plot, has only heightened the anticipation!
And it’s not just because I want to play in the soil (though that’s certainly part of it), or be able to grow my own veggies. It’s also because I just think community gardens are so great. Partly it’s just cool that all these people are into developing a place where they and other people can grow food for themselves and for community organizations. But mostly I just think it’s so important that anyone who sees the garden gets to see food being grown. Not just coming off a grocery store shelf, but actually being made, right there in front of them, in the middle of the city! And for people who actually get to eat the stuff to be able to taste real vegetables, that are fresh and ripe and still warm from the sun or cool from the soil…
Part of it is nostalgia of course, since I grew up with my mom always having a garden (even in some pretty challenging terrain). Sneaking peas off the plant in early summer, munching on still-sandy skinny little thinned out carrots a little later, and of course the height of summer with bursting warm, sweet, juice-dribbling-down-your-chin tomatoes… And the corn! Oh, man, there is just nothing like corn that’s plunged into the boiling water while it’s practically still alive. Those super-sweet varietals just aren’t the same as the stuff right off the plant. And brussels sprouts plucked off the plant 15 minutes before thanksgiving dinner? Seriously, I wouldn’t have believed they could actually taste that good! Not to mention the satisfaction of knowing in February that the onions in the cupboard, and the tomatoes in jars on the shelf, and the green beans in the freezer, came from that very patch of ground visible through the window, underneath all that snow…
I think it would be great if more people could have a taste of that kind of experience, but more important is the idea of taking responsibility for providing food for yourself, and the sense of fulfillment that comes from saying “I grew that!”.
So anyways; community garden, good thing.