My fantasy garden is a community affair. People will show up with shovels and ideas and opinions and agenda and questions and insecurities and ego. It will be messy—gardens are messy—but it will be a process of struggling and listening, digging in. Some people will stake out a corner of their own and plant their neat rows of herbs. That’s okay. Some others will decide that it sounds more fun to share a swath of dirt, talking over the humus, deciding what to interplant. That’s okay too. And some people might not know what they’re doing, and they’ll plant the potatoes next to the garlic, and it won’t work out too well this year, but that’s okay, really it is. What will happen is abundance-despite. There will be more tomatoes than any family could possibly eat in a season, and the guy with the neat rows of herbs will have sage and basil to spare. In the middle of the garden, there will be a basket with a sign on it that says “SHARE.” And we will.
Someday we’ll get it right–it’ll be all organic and permaculture, all seeds saved, no GMO. We’ll feed ourselves and the hungry. There won’t be locks on the gates, and we’ll all ride our bicycles there.
But first we’ll just give dreaming together a shot.