Final flower harvest, 2024
Due to an early frost, I had to close up the garden last week. This was about a week earlier than planned. As I wrap up what I affectionately call "the great community garden experiment," I've been thinking so much about all that I learned. At first, I was humbled by the response of people wanting to help. But there's more. I can’t help but reflect on how this experience has redefined my first-hand view on the power of community.
In the spring, I remember being so uncertain if I should even attempt a garden this year, given how much help I was going to need. Stepping into unknown territory and leaning on others wasn’t (isn't) exactly comfortable for me. I always thought I felt more secure handling things independently, but - as I've said before - this season unexpectedly led me to be open to help from others in ways I hadn’t before. It kind of felt like healing in public.
From the first days of my back injury, when neighbors and friends eagerly offered their hands in the soil, to watching the garden thrive under collective care, there have been incredible lessons in connection and collaboration. It’s not always easy to ask for help or to let go of control. But you know what? The garden grew best when we did it together.
This season leaves me both grateful and encouraged, reminding me that uncertainty is often where the best growth happens. I’m excited to take these lessons forward. Maybe - just maybe - I'm ready to lean into community with a little less hesitation, and a lot more hope. Which, you know, we could all use more of right now.