Welcome to the Woolman Educational Garden--a place of laughter and growth, a place where the word drought is never spoken in front of the plants (that would be rude), and a place where harvesting your first vegetable reminds you that all the hard work was undeniably worth it.
In the beginning--back in February--the garden felt cold, the orchard wet, and I did not understand the importance of straight and fluffy beds. I dreaded long afternoons...thinking maybe gardening wasn’t for me. Every piece of information seemed part of some new language I hadn’t even heard the name of. Words went in one ear and out the other in a series of explanations told by the wonderful, eloquent garden manager Maggie McProud. After many mornings of seeding I thought I knew it all, but then I realized through all the cover crops we still had vegetables in the garden. That day I harvested my first vegetable--leeks. Later on that day I googled what leeks were. Soon, what I was doing made sense, outcomes became clearer, and I understood what my purpose was in the garden: I was to facilitate the growth and care of these plants, and in turn they facilitated the growth and care of those who walked through the garden walls.
As the garden is in full swing--with harvests going into the Woolman Semester Kitchen, into a restaurant in town, and (for a lucky few) into their homes--there is a lull engrossing the space between the garden gates. The space that needed me so badly a few months ago is now blooming all on its own. The bees, ignoring me as I walk by, pull nectar from their flowers; the carrots are freely dwelling beneath my feet until it’s time to be pulled; and the hummingbird buzzes rapidly past my ear, whispering that everything will be ok.