i always get a sense of impending doom when i'm surrounded by the reckless encroachment produced by the machiavellian builders developers and worshippers of the almighty dollar. when i emerged from the cinder block shadows i was soothed by this lovely little oasis.
A COMMUNITY GARDEN! now that's my kind of community! this place has roots and a story of struggles, struggles that will continue alas, like the struggles of han's brinkers family in holland to keep the water from the land. this garden is like little hans brinker who kept his finger in the dike and kept the enemy water at bay, this garden keeps a little slice of earth, orange trumpet vines trumpet a small victory and butterfly bushes invite those stained glass creatures of the sky to alight upon lavender fronds. the tattered, soiled, inspiring teddy bear lives on. read more