My work has teamed up with a church to do a garden at a local elementary. All the produce during the summer is donated to a food pantry, and as soon as school starts the produce is given to families from the elementary. I didn't realize that the majority of the students at that school were on free or reduced lunches, so the produce is greatly appreciated.
Let's be honest: It doesn't matter how much you make. A tomato that's freshly picked tastes better than a tomato from the grocery.
I am volunteering at this garden. I admit that I'm doing it because I need the volunteer hours to complete my master gardening certificate. I'm sorry that I need that kind of motivation to get started on something as good as this, but I hope that now that I have started it's something I'll continue to do for seasons to come.
Yesterday was my first visit to the garden. It was four billion degrees and sunny. I thought there was a better than average change I would die from the heat, even though I was only there for a couple of hours. Luckily, I did not. When I got home, I laid flat on the kitchen floor with a wet washcloth for awhile. When I finally pulled myself up to head to the shower, I noticed how filthy I was.
'Tis the season.