I'm writing on the blog, because we cant all be enlightened or informed by deecolonize all the time.
When I heard the news on Monday morning concerning the garden, I was enraged. Not the bad type where you think of revenge on the other party, the type that makes you think of all the hard work you did to get them there. All of the seeding, weeding, cleaning, watering and now ever so carefully putting every stalk that cried for help back together. Does that make sense? I thought about all of the hours they had laid on the ground unrooted and needing water. Sigh... We tried to save all of the stalks that had babies like we would with pregnant mothers, attending to them first.
It was best to work in pairs because of the delicacy that was needed to sustain every stalk. I guess you could say it was like operating on a real person. It pained me so much to see them fallen that every time I saw one I wanted to run to it and help it.
But we did as much as we could, talking and giving them love.
This was a lesson that was needed to learn along the way of our jardin. Like in life whenever we think we got shit going sometimes you get these setbacks. Its scary. However we must continue with our purpose as our jarding is to continue its purpose. And that is to live. We must continue to live and spread our seeds.
I've been thinking of a name for our garden. But I guess when we agree and decide we'll keep you posted.
peace out.
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