Some of my raw emotions about losing my garden aren’t only about the loss of a plot of land. I always knew that it was not mine to keep. I always knew I would move on.
But maybe I just wasn’t quite ready yet. And it seems such a slap in the face to lose a magical productive food-growing urban garden to such a ridiculous development project. (h/t to my Quaker friend the “chard lady” for the video below. I missed spending time with her at the Quaker fall retreat to clean out my garden this weekend, at a time when I very much needed to be with Friends. Which made it all that harder….)