My stint as a volunteer at our local museum garden has just come to an end.
I went by this morning to work on the tiny garden and someone had pulled up all of the weeds and clover – gone.
Nice tidy paths of bare dirt – just as sterile as it was before I started working on it last year.
Over that last three to four months I had started seeing earthworms, the carrots are growing in abundance, it produced a nice patch of mustard over the winter, the kale, corn, garlic and onions are doing well and the one tomato plant as a big one already – almost ready to pick. All of this with out irrigation.
I almost threw in the towel last month when I went out and found ‘Round Up’ rings around the fences (no wonder the peas didn’t do well) and around all of the buildings. So I can’t use their grass clippings. Instead I started carrying in
compost. I brought in leaves and planted thick mats of clover. This morning all gone.
And, of course they are all Master Gardeners and members of various horticultural societies so nothing I can say has any value. I figured they would just see how well it produced and be swayed by that.
Even when you show people how easy it is to produce food they still want to make it hard. It is more important that it have neat and tidy paths of dirt. O.K., my rant is over. I have enough to worry about here at home.
