Video transcript
A pair of glasses and old welly boots. A man who was once here... his belongings
remain but he has gone. Alive, he was an old neighbour, an expert gardener, a nice
guy, but not much more.
But his passion leaves its imprint on me and his old gardening notes pinned on the
shed wall remind me of a life I never knew
His onion seeds are planted in the land he left me: a family uninterested in his
lifelong dream ... but me, a young neighbour inspired by his love of the land.
Nothing is wasted. The idea of reusing and recycling thrills me and each week I
compete with myself to have less and less in my council wheelie bin.
Egg boxes to store our dozens......
Plastic punnetts for fresh veg....
Shredded paper to keep the chickens warm......
Food waste to compost and refresh the ground....
An old man's gardening notes, fading but legible on the wall.....
Tools left over from the last century....
Self seeded vegetables.....
Even a pair of old spectacles in the greenhouse will not be wasted but serve as a link
between generations of gardeners.
By repairing and maintaining the links in the cycle, I can respect the land........
myself....... an old neighbour's memory.
My hope is that when we have left, someone else will find a new link, and another
generation can be inspired to repair and re-grow.
your allotment looks like its flourishing! Yumm!Posted on 18/12/2009 at 09:49:02