I was not a hippie.
But I think a certain amount of hippie culture leeched into all of us. (Can something leech into? Or must it only leech out?)
There is something subversive feeling about planting my organic garden and thumbing my nose at the supermarket and its tomatoes shipped in from Mexico and plums from Peru. I like knowing that the money I spent building a raised bed and planting seeds and seedlings goes directly into my health and even (dare I say) the health of the planet, whereas the majority of the money I spend for vegetables at the supermarket goes to the petroleum-based transportation costs of getting the food to me.
This is a boring entry, isn’t it?
Still, it’s what is on my mind. And this video amused and inspired me this morning:
Just as this book amused and inspired me a couple of years ago: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle.
You might think calling a garden “subversive” is a bit of hyperbole, but Julie Bass of Oak Park, Michigan would beg to differ.
[The city eventually dropped charges after international attention and ridicule.]
I’m shallow enough to want my garden to be pretty as well as subversive. My dream front yard would be a true cottage garden like existed in England a couple of centuries ago, a mix of flowers, herbs and vegetables, and not a blade of grass in sight.
Today, I need to take a couple of leaves to the organic nursery and ask, “What is eating my peppers and lettuce?”
A subversive gardener can never let her guard down.
Oh, look! Here is somebody who is actually doing it! Putting a vegetable garden in their front yard. She just started. Watching this is going to be fun.
[Okay, who is going to break the news to me that I misused leech?]