Wow - does this hit home. I just gave my plot up yesterday. Bittersweet because I enjoy gardening so much but I couldn’t bear the community part anymore. Very PC group. During the “pandemic” gardeners were wearing masks while digging their beds, making sure to keep their distance from me - the reckless one who chose to breathe fresh air …
Wow - does this hit home. I just gave my plot up yesterday. Bittersweet because I enjoy gardening so much but I couldn’t bear the community part anymore. Very PC group. During the “pandemic” gardeners were wearing masks while digging their beds, making sure to keep their distance from me - the reckless one who chose to breathe fresh air and feel the sun and breeze on my face. I’ll never forget the queen bee of the garden threatening to report a father who allowed his small child to play in the playground adjoining our garden. The constant open chatter about shots, boosters and angry politics. So much fear about catching the virus - openly and loudly discussed because they didn’t stand near each other. Had to keep your distance afterall. I started to neglect my spot because I couldn’t stand being around them anymore. My sweatpeas weren’t bringing me joy anymore, my vegetables weren’t a pleasure to harvest. Garden wasn’t done doing it for me anymore. Obviously that time is over but there are side effects. I felt no sense of community in my garden anymore and actually in my town as well. Appreciate the community I find here - thank goodness for you all!
Wow - does this hit home. I just gave my plot up yesterday. Bittersweet because I enjoy gardening so much but I couldn’t bear the community part anymore. Very PC group. During the “pandemic” gardeners were wearing masks while digging their beds, making sure to keep their distance from me - the reckless one who chose to breathe fresh air and feel the sun and breeze on my face. I’ll never forget the queen bee of the garden threatening to report a father who allowed his small child to play in the playground adjoining our garden. The constant open chatter about shots, boosters and angry politics. So much fear about catching the virus - openly and loudly discussed because they didn’t stand near each other. Had to keep your distance afterall. I started to neglect my spot because I couldn’t stand being around them anymore. My sweatpeas weren’t bringing me joy anymore, my vegetables weren’t a pleasure to harvest. Garden wasn’t done doing it for me anymore. Obviously that time is over but there are side effects. I felt no sense of community in my garden anymore and actually in my town as well. Appreciate the community I find here - thank goodness for you all!
That sux. Where were you?
Most of my 60 gardeners never mentioned it. When they did, I told them how I saw it.
Santa Cruz CA. Beautiful but a rather judgmental place to live.
Totally hear you.