From the Fingertips of a Black Gardener
Therapy at its finest
Even when I’m feeling my lowest, going to my garden beds gives me a sure sense of living. There is something about planting seeds and watching them grow. I know that it is not of my own power that this happens, but my efforts are rewarding even in the smallest sense.
People would never identify me with having a “green thumb” or “being outdoors”, “loving nature” — but that person dwells in the deepest part of my soul. All my life I’ve lived far beyond the perception of others — amazing and inspiring those around me one day at a time.
GROW YOUR OWN! You should try it! We know not what comes to our table from grocery stores and foreign lands. Making salad a foot away from my front door is unlike any restaraunt you could ever visit. Watching my children enjoy the process of composting, mulching, caring for plants as if they were little beings is priceless. I see in them the notion that life is about much more than what media dishes out and what society says and acts upon. They realize that there are other ways to live outside of the man-dominated world we live in.
Gardening encompasses more than eating from a plant — it is about living. From the fingertips of a black gardener, you can be lead down a path to understanding how such a thing can change your life…….
