Today I visited 4 gardens in the Valley of the sun. Here are a couple of pictures that I took. Enjoy.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Garden Tour
Today I visited 4 gardens in the Valley of the sun. Here are a couple of pictures that I took. Enjoy.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The beginning of my Gardenette
05/09
I am so excited to have bought almost all the makings for my lil' raised garden today. It is going to be a a 4x8 raised garden in my back yard with a drip system already in place in my back yard so we will just altar that to drip or spray in through my garden. This is my first raised garden, actually it is my first garden ever. I am a little nervous but I think that I can handle it.
08/21/09
Well, 3 months later and still nothing grows in my garden. I am waiting for our arizona planting season which will be in October. We have been feeding the organic soil with lots of compost and it looks wonderful. The birds are starting to feed on some of the stuff that we have thrown on top and havent stirred in yet and our little chaweiner dog loves jumping in there and pulling out veggie pieces too!
Speaking of our chaweiner... have you ever known a dog to love fruit and veggies? it is crazy how much she loves apples and watermelon, uncooked red and green cabbage, mixed greens, beans and carrots. I get a kick out of it
I am so excited to have bought almost all the makings for my lil' raised garden today. It is going to be a a 4x8 raised garden in my back yard with a drip system already in place in my back yard so we will just altar that to drip or spray in through my garden. This is my first raised garden, actually it is my first garden ever. I am a little nervous but I think that I can handle it.
08/21/09
Well, 3 months later and still nothing grows in my garden. I am waiting for our arizona planting season which will be in October. We have been feeding the organic soil with lots of compost and it looks wonderful. The birds are starting to feed on some of the stuff that we have thrown on top and havent stirred in yet and our little chaweiner dog loves jumping in there and pulling out veggie pieces too!
Speaking of our chaweiner... have you ever known a dog to love fruit and veggies? it is crazy how much she loves apples and watermelon, uncooked red and green cabbage, mixed greens, beans and carrots. I get a kick out of it
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I am so excited! Today Brit taught herb class at SWIHA, (she is an herbalist who owns and herb shop in Gilbert, AZ) She handed out a pamphlet from Peter Big Foot's Reevis Mountain school of self reliance. My class has an opportunity to go spend time with Peter Big foot very soon but I am also booking a two day and two night retreat there for my boyfriend and I. I will be so excited to share on my blog, the adventures of this retreat and class outing.
Peter Big Foots web site is http://www.reevismountain.org/. Peter BigFoot is best known for is walk across the Sonoran Desert, relying only on the land. He didn't bring food or water. He walked 85 miles in 15 days. AMAZING. He teaches a survival class that I wish I could afford to take. Maybe some day.
Two of my latest books that I have aquired are:
Sacred Plant Medicine the wisdom in native american herbalism by Stephen Harrod Buhner
The Herbal HandBook a users guide to medical herbalism by David Hoffmann
both books were advised reading from my herbalist teacher Joanne. David Hoffmann actually wrote the Text that we are reading in class.
Another event that I can't wait to share on my blog will be the SOUTHWEST CONFERENCE on BOTANICAL MEDICINE which I will be attending in April.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A few days have passed since my last entry and I can't stop thinking about that little garden. My vision now is different. I dream about what I can do to help the garden, to help the children. I want to feel the dirt and the weeds in my hands. I want to plant seeds. I want to watch the transformation and hear the gasps and gratefulness from the children. I feel very lucky to be part of this project.
I don't know much about gardening. I do not have a green thumb. I am not nervous, I am excited. I can do this, I will do this and it will be good. I will get so much back from this... I will learn about me, about gardening and about service.
There are things that I will understand and know that I am unaware of. This ugly little garden isn't so ugly to me anymore.
I can't wait to go back and start my intern there. I can't wait to transform it. I went to a book fair and bought books about gardening. This experience thus far has provoked me to dream about my own back yard and raised garden and compost. So many ideas, where do I find the time?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
grounds for healing journal
2/14/2009
9:15 am
Its Valentines Day. I am supposed to meet my classmates at Grounds for Healing, but I am having trouble finding it. I am in an unfamiliar neighborhood. The neighborhood is run down and there is trash in the yards of quite a few of these homes, the home directly across from this school that I am sitting at has a couch and garbage piled a couple of feet high in their front yard.
I think I must be lost.
I leave to get into an area where there is more people, I pull up to a fast food restaurant and call a class mate and she tells me that it must be at the school, to go back and wait, she says that she will be late.
I go back to the ugly little school; I drive around the school and do not see any garden. I do not see any classmates either.
It is now 10 minutes until we are all suppose to meet.
I can’t be the ONLY early bird.
I drive around the other side of the school and I see this woman in her vehicle. She must here to let us into the “secret” garden.
I continue to write in my journal after I park near her.
The school has bars on the windows.
Wow, what a place for a school. Surrounded by garbage filled yards and bars on the windows. I am not sure what is in store for me.
A few more classmates show up, we walk towards the “garden”, The garden lies on the side of the school, down a wide pathway past the dumpsters. Along the pathway is a mural painted by the students of the school.There is a gated area at the end of this pathway the gate is unlocked and to get in to the “garden” you must try and avoid the puddle of water in the entrance. The gardens water source is badly damaged and there is flooding. Weeds, oh my gosh! There are so many weeds.
The woman there that unlocked the garden gate is named Linda. She instructs us to fill out some paperwork. I look around and see all these cats. Wild, skinny, dirty cats. I smell their urine in the garden. As I fill out my papers, I glance around and think about the expectation of the garden that I had when I had signed up to volunteer here.
It isn’t at all what I had expected. What I had envisioned was this beautiful garden, partly indoors or like a greenhouse, raised beds with smiling children kneeling at them while digging to plant seeds. It was a quiet and peaceful garden, so beautiful and clean, I could even hear the birds chirping and the buzz of the bees. I could almost smell the fragrance of all the herbs and flowers and the fresh turned soil.
This garden however, was flooded, smelled like ammonia and full of weeds.There was trash that scattered about and stray cats that used it for a litter box. There were more weeds than any other plant and it was so cold,damp and overgrown.
How could this be the garden to help heal small children who had experienced trauma?
How was this garden going to be healing to anyone while it is in this condition? Now, I understood my purpose here more than ever before.
Linda speaks of the children who come here. They are 99% below poverty she tells us. They have seen and experienced horrible things and this garden has been a sort of refuge for some of them.
It has been here for 10 years and use to be nothing before that, no grass or trees or plants of any kind existed before it.
There are some painted rocks the surround the garden; she tells us that they are painted by kids who have lost a family member to violence.
As I fill out my paper work and watch a stray cat lap up a drink from the flooded earth, I listen to a story that Linda tells of a little boy who was awaken in the middle of the night and then lined up with his siblings to watch his father shot in the face 7 times.
Then to be told by his fathers’ killer that he, like his siblings would be next, the killer promises he would return on their next birthday to kill each one of them. This is a story of one of the little boys that at one time came or still comes to this garden.
The same garden that I sit in, surrounded by leaky pipes that flood the grounds, with the smell of cat urine, filled with weeds and some trash, that lies behind an ugly little school with bars on its windows and the garbage filled yards of the homes that surround it.
9:15 am
Its Valentines Day. I am supposed to meet my classmates at Grounds for Healing, but I am having trouble finding it. I am in an unfamiliar neighborhood. The neighborhood is run down and there is trash in the yards of quite a few of these homes, the home directly across from this school that I am sitting at has a couch and garbage piled a couple of feet high in their front yard.
I think I must be lost.
I leave to get into an area where there is more people, I pull up to a fast food restaurant and call a class mate and she tells me that it must be at the school, to go back and wait, she says that she will be late.
I go back to the ugly little school; I drive around the school and do not see any garden. I do not see any classmates either.
It is now 10 minutes until we are all suppose to meet.
I can’t be the ONLY early bird.
I drive around the other side of the school and I see this woman in her vehicle. She must here to let us into the “secret” garden.
I continue to write in my journal after I park near her.
The school has bars on the windows.
Wow, what a place for a school. Surrounded by garbage filled yards and bars on the windows. I am not sure what is in store for me.
A few more classmates show up, we walk towards the “garden”, The garden lies on the side of the school, down a wide pathway past the dumpsters. Along the pathway is a mural painted by the students of the school.There is a gated area at the end of this pathway the gate is unlocked and to get in to the “garden” you must try and avoid the puddle of water in the entrance. The gardens water source is badly damaged and there is flooding. Weeds, oh my gosh! There are so many weeds.
The woman there that unlocked the garden gate is named Linda. She instructs us to fill out some paperwork. I look around and see all these cats. Wild, skinny, dirty cats. I smell their urine in the garden. As I fill out my papers, I glance around and think about the expectation of the garden that I had when I had signed up to volunteer here.
It isn’t at all what I had expected. What I had envisioned was this beautiful garden, partly indoors or like a greenhouse, raised beds with smiling children kneeling at them while digging to plant seeds. It was a quiet and peaceful garden, so beautiful and clean, I could even hear the birds chirping and the buzz of the bees. I could almost smell the fragrance of all the herbs and flowers and the fresh turned soil.
This garden however, was flooded, smelled like ammonia and full of weeds.There was trash that scattered about and stray cats that used it for a litter box. There were more weeds than any other plant and it was so cold,damp and overgrown.
How could this be the garden to help heal small children who had experienced trauma?
How was this garden going to be healing to anyone while it is in this condition? Now, I understood my purpose here more than ever before.
Linda speaks of the children who come here. They are 99% below poverty she tells us. They have seen and experienced horrible things and this garden has been a sort of refuge for some of them.
It has been here for 10 years and use to be nothing before that, no grass or trees or plants of any kind existed before it.
There are some painted rocks the surround the garden; she tells us that they are painted by kids who have lost a family member to violence.
As I fill out my paper work and watch a stray cat lap up a drink from the flooded earth, I listen to a story that Linda tells of a little boy who was awaken in the middle of the night and then lined up with his siblings to watch his father shot in the face 7 times.
Then to be told by his fathers’ killer that he, like his siblings would be next, the killer promises he would return on their next birthday to kill each one of them. This is a story of one of the little boys that at one time came or still comes to this garden.
The same garden that I sit in, surrounded by leaky pipes that flood the grounds, with the smell of cat urine, filled with weeds and some trash, that lies behind an ugly little school with bars on its windows and the garbage filled yards of the homes that surround it.
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