Oooh, thinking still of New Year's Resolutions and freshly motivated by The Jewish Farmer's blog, I thought I'd get my act together in time this year and sign up for a plot at Mountain View's community garden, or at least get on the waiting list (leaving it till May this year was way too late). It's kind of a hike from our house, but the output from our shady back patio was so depressing and involved so many trips to OSH anyway that it seemed a worthwhile move.
So I went to the MV website, and what do you know, there's talk of a new garden just blocks from our house. (What to do if we move when our lease is up? I don't know. We'll make that decision in February, presumably in time to pass the lot on to someone on the waiting list.)
They had a community meeting about the garden Thursday night that I didn't know about, and anyway Rad and I were at Books, Inc., watching Chris Kimball sign books, answer the millionth question about brining the Thanksgiving turkey and deftly respond to the earnest vegan's plea re Thanksgiving being a holiday of compassion and, therefore, to please use margarine. (Audience reaction: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, about brining...")
It's hard to tell what the point of the garden meeting was, other than to 'unveil' the plot plan, but I sent in an email in favor, so we'll see whether it pans out. Fingers crossed for next year's crop!
Why the title of this post? Earlier this fall, Rad related the saying that "you can tell who at the market has no friends. They're the people buying zucchini." This year, that was me.
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