There is no better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than with family, friends and neighbors. This was no ordinary Sunday afternoon, it was the First Annual Edible Garden Tour (ediblegardentour.com). The turnout far exceeded our expectations. My fellow gardeners and I worked long and hard for this day, but it was so worth the effort. We had such a lovely time meeting and talking with all of you. I don't think I need to say much more, except, that I agree with Mary (her garden was the first stop on the tour). She called me the day after the tour and said, " I've been smiling all day just thinking about it." That's the way we all felt as we watched people enter our gardens. It was just neighbors being neighbors again and that felt darn good! For those of you who weren't able to attend, we have not forgotten about you, a Spring garden tour is in the planning stage! Take a look at our garden party! (More images on the previous post.)
Tour attendants check out the very tall date palm.
Gardeners from My Farmyard.com sale their wares.
Jack, soup maker extraordinaire.
Mary (with mother Beth), tossing her delicious salad.
Here's the soup line. This soup was truly taken from the garden to the pot!
All seats are filled. We hope all tour participants were inspired with new garden ideas, all stomachs were satisfied with a small taste of local, organic produce, and everyone enjoyed visiting with good company. See you in the Spring!
The 2010 Arcadia's Edible Garden Tour Gardeners.
Hal, Rebecca, Leah, Jack,
Jill, Mary and David
My husband and I have been gardening for many years, not so much for the food security, but for the beauty, satisfaction, and peace that gardening and growing things bring you. We started small, a couple of tomatoes, a few zucchini, and lots of flowers. It didn't really matter how much we harvested. We really didn't eat from our garden. We didn't know how. The lettuce was always a little bitter . The tomatoes always had holes in them and there was a Safeway just down the street. The important thing was that we were having fun. We loved working together with our children beside us. There is something comforting about watching your kids play in the dirt or happily run down the brick paths with nowhere to go. Our garden was the center of the earth ,we were firmly planted there and that was all that mattered. A couple of years ago, something important started to take place. A shift began to take shape, not only to us , but to our communities. The meaning of food began to change. Where the food came from, what was in it and how it nourishes us. Perhaps the connection between what we eat and how we feel finally began to set in. For us, it was time to get serious. It was time to eat from our garden.
" I am a mad gardener. I mutter and rant, and at night I shake dry seeds out of my unruly mane of hair. The garden is in my bones, in my gut, and in my hands. "
Wendy Johnson , Gardening at the Dragons Gate
Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow Gonna mulch it deep and low Gonna make it furtile ground
Inch by inch, row by row Please bless these seeds I sow Please keep them safe below 'Till the rain comes tumbling down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones Need a place to call my own 'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain Find my way in nature's chain Tune my body and my brain To the music of the land
Plant your rows straight and long Season them with prayer and song Mother Earth will make you strong If you give her love and care An old crow watches hungrily from his perch on younder tree In my garden I'm as free as that feathered bird up there