Thursday Inspiration 39 — Flower Power

I have what they call Flower Power. It starts at the tip of my ratted lavender-scented bouffant and vines down to the tips of my squeaky yellow PVC boots. As I fly over spring terrain, my shimmery green silk cape sends sparkles everywhere that makes seeds germinate when my boyfriend hero, Sol, warms things up….

#FFFC — A Place to Grow

Finding a place to grow food in the city was becoming an emergent crisis. Overpopulation forced building housing on every square inch of land that wasn’t streets or sidewalks. The price of food, both at grocery stores and at farmers markets made it unaffordable to most. Growing one’s own became essential. Bands of like-minded (and…

Growing Friendship

image link Mayzey started volunteering twenty hours a week at the community garden. She hoped to build new friendships with other volunteers, and it wasn’t long before she met one of the regulars. Matiz was in his 70s and had been helping with the garden since it was first planted twenty years previously. Matiz was…

Gloss

This year I participated in our local library’s first ever implementation of a seed bank. They took those gorgeous wooden cabinets that held the cards people could use to find books and now use a computer screen instead and turned it into being a keeper of seed packets. They communicated with heirloom seed companies and…

The Daily Prompt — Black — Soil and PJ

image link The first thing that comes to mind with the word Black is Eddie Vedder mournfully wailing about his lost love.  More about that later. The next thing is soil.  Connected to yesterday’s prompt, neophyte, before I knew anything about gardening, my belief was that the blacker the soil was the better it was…