Rachel D. Richardson
I was first introduced to the garden by way of a grant that a group I was working with had gotten to help with the irragation & beautification of the garden. i myself had NEVER been to a garden & at the time was 31 yrs old. I fell in love from day 1!! My husband had been diagnosised with diabetes a yr earlier & by going to the garden I learned so much about food & the way it’s processed & the importance of GARDEN FRESH fruits, veggies, herbs etc. My husband and daughter have attended one of the cooking classes & learned how to cook fresh green bean casserole. I have been able to take many inner-city youth who otherwise wouldn’t have known anything about gardening or being able to help build a garden from the ground up to this AWESOME refuge right in their backyard. The youth have helped paint the rocks, murrals, they donated the entire playyard & can’t wait to see the amphitheater built. I’ve been able to spend time w/ my 5yr old daughter at the garden & she LOVES it!! It’s peaceful & positive. My 5 yr old has learned many ways to eat fresh & we love picking herbs to put in our sauces. She is more aware of the cause & effect of unhealthy eating & puts us in place when we want even a cookie..WE LOVE THE GARDEN!!
Respectfully,
Rachael D. Richardson
One Response to “Rachel D. Richardson”
Surya on November 6, 2012
Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can be either flowers or weeds. I found a wasteland, and beside it a tree. The trunk has a branch, and from that twigs sprout. I took a sliver from the branch, and planted it into a field of its own. I also planted seeds in this field. I watched them grow. I had to cut a path through the jungle surrounding the original tree. The natives got restless at my disturbing their territory. So, I claimed some of their scalps. The tribe insisted that I follow their methods of cultivation, however, they were too fixed in their old ways to accept a new approach. Then the medicine man passed by selling his cure, some of the tribe thought it worked whilst others distrusted its curative powers. I thought both camps were right to some extent. In any event, aware of its limitations I tried some of the new medicine in my field and it appeared to do the trick to a certain extent. The natives complained about my crop as it flourished and grew out onto their land. The different varieties in my orchard produced different fruits, therefore different reactions. The tribe bought some and rejected others out of hand. Bearing in mind that the witchdoctor had spoken with forked tongue, and belonged to their tribe, the tribal chief and I agreed to put our differences to the tribe over the stream to settle our dispute.The tree is public law, the branch administrative law, and the sliver became prison law now a field in its own right.