Thursday, April 8, 2010
I have never owned a house, and doubt I ever will, but the prospect of having a garden might compel me to transcend my fear of having to deal with repairs, mortgage, etc. There is nothing quite like watching things grow to heal the spirit! I'm sure many people can relate to this, whether it is a bed of blooms they planted themselves, or a patch of wild flowers discovered in a nearby spot. In my case, I have been blessed with a community garden plot a mere five minutes from my small apartment.
For the past two years, I have planted and nourished various flowers and vegetables in my plot, with many degrees of success. The sandy soil proved too much of a challenge for some species. The resident rodents (squirrels, groundhogs, rats) gnawed my tomatoes and ruined a few squashes in other gardens. Variable rain took its toll. Yet, thanks to ample sunshine (and my daily administrations), I harvested beans, peas, herbs, small potatoes, sunchokes, and carrots.
If I were Supreme Ruler, I would see to it that every city had such plots, with supplies for anyone unable to afford them, and instructions on how to grow food.
What a wonderful way to promote self-sufficiency, meet people, and heal the spirit at the same time.