The primary school garden I had worked in & ran for a few years was running itself...that is before the pandemic. I had stepped back from it also to focus on my Vetiver activities.
But there is sure to be a local call for a 'community garden' to be established as we gain access to local building and grounds for community general use.
So why not a garden?
That is surely the likely knee jerk response.
My take on community gardens is that they take a lot of commitment and energy to sustain.So many have folded. The fashion has passed. For people without land to grow things in they may make sense, but even if you are a renter it's straightforward enough to grow stuff in containers.
Since I was looking at the Landcare/Coastcare option it struck me during this pandemic experience that what 'a' community needs is really a nursery. Local indigenous species, herbs, fruit/nut trees and vegetables.
If your neighbours can get seedlings cheaply and easily then that's a big advantage for the whole 'locally grown' thing.
A nursery will still serve as a community hub. Requires volunteers and attention. Can function as an educational and training project. And raise money for other community activities.
With a nursery you don't have the challenge of allocating space to some individuals and not to others. It's looks outward towards the local community rather than just focus on activities within the garden beds.
Herein is the kernel of an idea....
Image above:Randwick Community Nursery.
Indeed, this pandemic has been very instructive in way of suggesting what may best serve the local food ethos. I went into seed raising mode very quickly as I had renovated the patch and it was sparsely populated. As the beds fill up with plants, I get a sense of green thumb meaning.
I hand water every day or every other day and that's made me more subjectively engaged with the photosynthesis about the place.
Hand watering is the best learning exercise. You gotta visit each individual plant and attend to its various needs.
It's customized gardening.
When the chooks got out and savaged some recently planted seedlings my anger and despair held no bounds. Then the very next day a bush turkey arrived in the garden.
I do my best, but I'm not god.
And I thought I had everything 'just so'. But when I visit each plant checking on its health, I take hope from the ones that were not taken from me -- wrenched from my bosom as it were.
What remains and I are gonna have great meals together.
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