This summer’s June road trip left my deck garden bare except for reseeded dill and bare strawberry runners, but I yielded enough thyme for omelets from the flagstone patio joints. And there is always enough mint for Mojitos where I live.
A friend who works weekdays in the city at a public high school that has a summer program tells of her recently realized dream of a school garden. Several years ago she presented the idea to the administration and was rebuffed. She was told then that all food consumed in the cafeteria had to come from contract suppliers. With the help of enlightened administrators and a celebrity backer, she now has her garden, in which she and the students labor long and hard. The cafeteria has been freed to harvest and cook the fruits and veggies of their labor. Maybe there is such a thing as progress, after all.