I always find it interesting looking around at all the other plots in the community garden. I don't know if it is the same for all community gardens, but there is such a rich diversity of plants and styles and techniques out there, and people are always happy to stop and chat about what they're doing, what problems they're having, etc. For me this has been a totally unexpected benefit of growing out there - it really is a community. A crazy, rich community with people from all corners of the world.
Some of the plots are still untended (though just a few) and some people I think are already starting to feel a little overwhelmed (it's weed season!) but many plots have seen a lot of work already. There are two plots that were dug into raised rows and covered entirely in black plastic by a 76-year-old man growing more hot peppers than I could ever imagine what to do with. (Kimchi, apparently.)
Black plastic covered rows of pepper plants |
D's garden, with the soil beautifully tilled and a few seedlings planted |
M's garden plot |
A crazy garden |
And then there's me. Somehow, my garden always looks sort of vaguely unfinished - a hodge-podge of gardening techniques used in a non-committal manner with varying degrees of success (e.g. the broccoli bed half-covered with jerry-rigged tulle.) The new gardeners all seem to think I know what I'm doing - maybe because I had such a good lead on the season - but maybe the look of my garden reflects me pretty well. Uncertain, undecided. Still feeling my way around this gardening business and figuring out what it all means to me.
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