Live in a place where there is time and space, and you get used to otherwise miraculous truths. The Estero Bay Methodist Church gave believers and nonbelievers a place to grow stuff. Our Morro Bay Community Garden was born, and stuff grows. We have a summer barbecue to show how grateful we are to live where we live.
As a “black thumb,” I spend a lot of time explaining why I can’t even grow cherry tomatoes. But, as an observer, my bounty is abundant. Instead of spending $5,000 to be in a plaza in Spain or Italy or a pub in England, we’re in a garden setting as “villagers” talking, despite our fast and often flummoxed world. Ages and genders become valueless, and the gift of food and time salve our souls: goodness.
I send a special thanks to the California Conservation Corps, who recently cooked, served, cleaned and shared that sweet gift of themselves. To chat and hear them talk about their plans, show skills and leadership and trust — that was inspiring. They brought character, patience and simple enjoyment to a beautiful day. What a gift. How are you doing with the sequester?