My somewhat distant neighbor, she’s about four miles through the woods, has for many years grown a really large garden called “Joanne’s Garden of Eatin”. People were welcome to come, pick from a list of what as ripe, and leave a little money in a jar. She has a wealth of
gardening knowledge so visiting her was always a reward, produce not withstanding.
But this year when I ran into her at a farmer’s market, she said that she was going to close the garden. I think that she is pushing ninety and she can’t find help. Most of us have gardens of our own and can’t lend much of a hand. Of
course she’s still growing things, she may feel that some people were taking advantage. But she said that if I came by, and the gate was locked, to just come up to the house for a key.
(Nobody is going over the fence which is electrified to keep the
deer out.)
She’s been a treasure for so long. I will visit, knock on the door and hope that she can come out to her garden gazebo for a chat. She needs to know that she’s missed.