Descriptive Essay On A Garden

During the journey it was dawning and we saw frosty dew, Guinea pigs by pasture crossing route with all their little children in a row, the partridges and hares. Taking the cold, a little strange those trips alone. For a child, it's very gratifying to plant a tree and see how it grows. At first I started with radishes. I think I had about four or five years. He was running the orchard to see if he could already get them. The day I ate what they had sown was very happy. It was followed by a tree, which grew by chance by a stone, which had pulled among the

Early August, late summer, had perfect gardening weather. My mom went right ahead and took advantage of that, everyday she would work on her magnificent vegetable garden in our backyard. “I’ll see you in about 30 minutes” my mom said. “Where are you going?!” I said worriedly. “Oh just out back to work on the garden” “Okay, have fun and take your time!” I said smiling devilishly.

Kristen and I arrived at Susan’s at 9 am and she gave us a tour of her greenhouses. We got to follow her around as she started her morning, explaining what she currently had growing like ground tomato’s, and a few seedlings for another farmer, as well as show us the pawpaw seedlings she’s growing. She taught us about her germination chamber and the way she’s been attempting to grow the pawpaw’s, specifically the do’s and don’ts that she was taught and the “rules” that she’s been experimenting with. We then spent a couple hours helping Susan weed her greenhouse beds. We only were instructed to take out half the weeds because a lot of it was mullein and she was going to try and sell it to a medical herb company. Later she brought up her three goats, Calico jack, Princess Leah, and Twiligha to hang out with us and they helped us weed by standing in the wheel barrow and munching on the pulled weeds. Later in the afternoon we went to the pawpaw orchard and numbered trees and checked how they were growing. Some of them, Susan pointed out, had possibly been grafted incorrectly by the people who sold them the saplings, and as a result the tree was growing the way it needed to be. Finally, Susan walked us around the farm while picking up, discussing the many different enterprises she’s done and is doing, including how she ran her fresh cut flowers.

Choosing the spade, she began to divide the soil into trenches preparing the ground for the seeds. The internet had a lot of good suggestions on the best way to cultivate and plant a garden. She had absorbed everything she read.

This section will elaborate on the field research performed in the Old Northeast Community Garden for this study, discuss an informal interview with an Old Northeast Community Garden participant, and ultimately answer the thesis question presented in this paper. Because this project is based on qualitative research methods, this section will utilize first person narrative form. According to Marcia et al (2011), “Ultimately the goal of using composite first person narrative is to express the insights gleaned through qualitative research in a way that is accessible to others; in a way that will add to the knowledge of a certain phenomenon” (para. 50). The overall objective of this section is to provide ample evidence to properly analyze how participating in an urban community garden, specifically the Old Northeast Community Garden, influences views on gardening and perceptions

The world and its great variety of places have had an impact on my life, but only one has turned me into the person I am today. My home, Zapzalka Farms, is the foundation of my life. Who would have thought a small farm just four miles north of the little town called Bowlus would teach a young man so many valuable lessons about working hard and strong moral values? Looking in from the driveway, I see the house where I grew up, the two story structure composed of 115 year old crusty yellow concrete brick surrounded by flower beds and 50 foot cedar trees. This house has helped me through everything, from birthday parties as a child, to writing Comp papers as a student, I do not know where I would be without it. As I make my way down the driveway surrounded by seven foot cornfields like a mouse searching its

Sweat amongst my brow the sun at my back. Stained from the rich red dirt of Ho’olehua, Moloka’i the soil speaks to me. My earthmother has given thanks to me. She whispers promise of a fruitful harvest, and a beautiful lawn. Lush green grass sprouts from the ground while my Papa and I eat fresh tangerines. Slicing tomatoes that burst with ono juices for a freshly made salad. I took care of her, and she now takes care of me. Earthmother has kept her promise so I must as well, hopefully when this is over you can too.

We thought it was a good idea to continue our trip. Marlon was still in his sleeping bag, and had to force him to wake up. We had packed our materials and we’re ready to get out of this wilderness. After a hour of walking, we had come across a farm. The farm looked very different compared to the time we had came from. The tractors were all in dull colors and none of them has a cover. The plowing machinery was also not as advance. In our time, the plowing machine was capable of doing more, and it took less time to plow the whole field. I could already imagine the inconvenience that these farmers had to face. Right next to the field, we saw a small house with a man sitting on the porch reading a newspaper. We all went over to asked for

One of the unique aspects about my community is that my family were on of the first ‘settlers” here. When my family first situated themselves into this neighborhood, it was the ending of the 90s and my family only consisted of my parents, two brothers and a baby girl in my mother’s stomach on a newly built house surrounded nothing but tumble weeds and bugs but I had the biggest backyard so I didn’t complain

Knowing that the work that we were able to put in was benefiting many people, who are less fortunate than us. By planting and doing other chores around the nursery, we were able to help grow plants, which the Ploughshares company is then able to use the produce to help support the local low income families. The fresh produce helps the local families in many ways. This can include benefits evolved with eating fresh produce an article in Theguardian says, “...daily intake [of fruits or vegetables] of even 200g, or two and a half standard 80g portions, is associated with a 16% reduced risk of heart disease, an 18% reduced risk of stroke, a 13% reduced risk of cardiovascular disease, 4% reduced risk of cancer and a 15% reduction in the risk of premature death.” There are also benefits in the profit that Ploughshares has, since they donate it all back to the community; “100% of our sales support housing and services for formerly homeless families and individuals living on the old Alameda Naval Base in Alameda CA.” But, as I experienced, I think one of the most impactful things Ploughshares does is they leave a mark on everyone who enters the gate. At the time, I spent three hours in the sun with friends, and we had fun. We made memories from the day, and I think that the nursery allows one to forget that they are in urban Alameda, and not in a rural town. I have to guess, and

We live in a world where we are always intervening with nature. Over time, man has created a dualism between nature and culture. When one thinks of nature they tend to stereotype it as something that is exterior/outside, patches of green, wilderness, something that is pure, innocent, wise, and gentle. We humans fail to acknowledge that we too are nature. Brookgreen Gardens located in South Carolina serves as a prime example of the separation that has been placed on nature and culture. Brookgreen Gardens is a historic sculpture and wildlife preserve. Gardens involve a careful intermingling of culture and nature, although, Brookgreen Gardens diminishes the combination of culture and nature and separates them both into their own categories. In Turner’s essay he mentioned that "Nature, according to science, is as much "in here" as it is "out there"" (42). This quote illustrates that nature is everywhere, rather than simply just in one space. Brookgreen Gardens contradicts this claim since one has to travel to another destination in order to experience nature. Aside from that, the garden itself is boxed out from the rest of the town. Brookgreen Gardens requires one to buy an admissions ticket

Cities all around the United States are creating community gardens to help make improvements to problems in their area such as: high crime, hunger, and urban blight. A community garden is a piece of property, private or public land, gardened by a group of people. The property will produce fruits, vegetables, etc. These gardens can be found in neighborhoods, schools, hospitals, assisted living and apartment building complexes. Community gardens are also being placed in unused vacant lots to help reduce the amount of garbage and wasted space in cities. People do not know how big of an impact they are making on their communities.

The brush was now cleared to the forest's edge. A forgotten pile of building material, a rusty old-field mower, Millie’s pile of rotten logs, and a large mound of topsoil lay uncovered. Inspired by what I had accomplished my dad helped me remove the junk, but this was really only the beginning. He then started up his tractor, and I watched as he pushed the rotten logs into a low spot in the woods, and spread the topsoil out over the newly cleared space.

In the back of my high school, there was a dirt plot, fenced in, covered in weeds, and it was going to concreted over. I walked past the dirt plot and wondered “Why doesn’t anyone do something with it?” I thought about it on the way home from school and I talked to my friends about it. I told them that I wanted to do something with space, we came up with many things to do with the space before but then I realized that we could use the space for a garden. I remembered that I love gardening, when I was young my mom and I would always garden together, we would have the best time harvesting our plants and we bonded so much over our garden.

Humans are born in nature, and learn from nature. That’s how we grow up with a study of the outside world. The process of learning is like walking into the sunshine from a dark corner. The process of learning is like when the clouds are finally cleared and the sky appears, but before the sunshine, have you ever been afraid of anything that hides the door? Have you ever judged someone at the first time you meet them? It is a really hard process to throw off prejudice, throw off the horror. Back in 2010, The “grass house” lead me to step into a deeper side of the world.