This small raised bed was constructed by the Volunteer Gardening Group who (including Lady M) keep The Rest Garden, where I walk with Billy, looking so splendid.
I noticed yesterday morning that, this year, they have planted Rhubarb, Bok Choi, Strawberries, Chives, Rosemary, and a few flowers. There is still space for more. Last year it was covered with self-sown Pumpkins; a few of which I took.
I think this is a wonderful idea. It's a tiny area, so not many of us will benefit from the crops, but those who will (including me again I hope) will be very fortunate.
I saved some seeds from one of last year's better Green Pumpkins, and will sow them in amongst the flowers, etc, nearby. Hopefully some will survive and I'll have some more this Autumn.
One of the few things we lack here in central Brighton is a Communal Vegetable Garden. NOT an 'allotment' as such, but just a small joint veg' growing patch where anyone can participate, and eventually help themselves to what is grown. I'm sure it would be extremely popular!
This raised bed is a miniature version.
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A great idea for the community to share. Shame it can't be bigger.
That's its only fault. There's plenty of room!
Perhaps you, aided by your good lady, could spark a local campaign to establish a community vegetable garden. If you leave it up to others you could be waiting forever.
What a fabulous idea. Plant those pumpkin seeds!! I must get mine out. I save a few every year though my success rate has gone way down.
I look forward to seeing the results - or should I say the "fruits" of your labours!
I think some of the younger community members should take charge. I might even mention it to the the chap who built the raised bed.
Yes, I shall be there with my seeds and trowel quite soon. I just hope the gardeners don't pull them out, thinking they're weeds!
Well, my fingers are crossed that there will be 'fruits'.
The English are always gardening someplace.
My husband was a city boy whereas I was a country girl. After we were married I we traveled back to where I grew up. As we walked around the the homestead he made a comment I still remember, "The land speaks, doesn't it? You can almost hear the voices of all those who went before your people were here." I love thinking of you and Billy this early Spring seeing and hearing a new year speaking to you. And I love thinking of you sneaking in a pumpkin seed here and there, adding another note to the symphony.
That's very true. You can always tell the English owned homes in France by their gardens.
Yes, I shall have to be discrete. I'll pop-in the seeds whilst no-one's looking.
I was shown a small community garden in a London park last week by a friend who contributes to the small plot.
There's a sign by the plants saying something like 'Do not pick the fruits of our labour unless you personally contributed to this small patch.'
Must go and look it over during the coming Summer.
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