WARNING...I am in a rambling mood.
On my drive home from work last week I was abruptly stopped by a construction worker so that a backhoe could manuver it's shovel full of dirt into a dumpster perched on the side of the road. Me, being the curious human that I am, peered to the left to see what the heck they were working on.
What I saw my made my jaw drop and my hand lurch for my heart. They were digging up the sweet garden that I pass on my way to work. Nestled between two buildings, it's my favorite eye candy in what can sometimes be a smelly, dirty and concrete filled walk to work.
Granted, I knew something was up with the space due to the sign that has long been draped on the chain link fence.
But the hole left in the ground was jarring.
But, I think I can blow out a big sigh of relief....I checked out the website posted on the sign: savethegarden.com. Post-near heart attack, I realize the garden has changed hands to the Neighborhood Garden Association and I'm hoping that the construction is for improvements, not destruction. That was a lot of heartache, for...well, nothing.
But it did make me think about the importance of green space in a city setting. When a person is surrounded only by houses and concrete and sparse amounts of trees, what little green you have becomes VERY important.
To fully disclose, I come from a farming family in Iowa. My grandfather was a farmer, my dad was raised on the farm, my aunt and uncle still live on their farm, and my cousin Sarah who is my age (26) lives on her own dairy farm. That lifestyle is the antithesis of mine, yet I wonder if that live off the earth genetic code still lives within me. I certainly love to camp ( the backwoods, no cell service, shit in a hole, gone for a week, kind...thankyouverymuch) and I certainly get a twinge of satisfaction from making pesto from my little basil plants that have grown so well on my back deck.
I need to see green. I love to get produce from the farmers market or the italian market or the farm stands on LI or along the backroads of south jersey. Does that mean that there is part farmgirl living inside of me? Even as I live in the heart of the city? Lord knows I would never want to actually live on the farm (manure mountains in my backyard, chores at 5am. um...no thanks.)
Yesteday I stumbled upon foodie farm girl, a blog about a gal from california who left her comfy lifestyle and moved to a missouri farm to live off the land. For whatever reason, it made me think about my roots, my family, my basil, and my small oasis' of green on my walk to work. It's amazing how important a little bit of earth can be.
There is no spot of ground, however arid, bare or ugly,
that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an
impression of beauty and delight.
- Gertrude Jekyll