Personal Narrative Essay : Creating A Garden

In the book Seedfolks, a character named Kim travels to vacant lot in her town, Cleveland Ohio, to plant Lima Beans to honor her father, who passed away before Kim was even born. While Kim is in the process of planting her beans and watering them daily, people around the vacant lot being to notice her actions . Many people follow what Kim is doing and make there own little garden, which causes the community of Cleveland to be together and to communicate to one another. Throughout the book many character come and go to the garden, and each character shares something in common with someone else apart of this Community Garden. The novel Seedfolks shows that the garden has change everyone’s perspectives on things, and made them feel apart of something they might have never been apart of before. Some people that are involved are KIm, Ana, Sae Young, Maricela, and Curtis.

She said, “The chasm of distance that once stood between us was gone, all because of that hyacinth. That exquisite little hyacinth. He pulled it out from under dad’s garden, sealed in a ziploc bag. Yes, a ziploc bag with his precious offering of love and life inside. His offering required no explanation.” This is the beginning of her ethnography that shows what a garden symbolises to Laurie Thorp, and how it can bring peace and unity to everyone. She believes that a garden can bring people together, which can be a solution to our woundedness. I feel like she is also trying to show her deep abiding connection to the earth. One of the places where healing took place in the story of the garden is when Laurie Thorp tried to convince the teachers at Jonesville elementary school teachers that her research is solid in page 19. At first when she was trying to present her idea to the teachers earlier in the book, she was not successful, and the researchers seemed uninterested, but in page 19 when Laurie Thorp managed to explain the benefit the garden can have as a whole, new voices started to emerge like gloria that called her “you are very typical”. Another place where healing took place as the story of the garden unfolded is in page 21, when Laurie Thorp talked about how “the garden created a space amid the turmoil and scrutiny of schooling for us to feel graced. wounded as we all were, there was a reason, finally to give thanks: a

After moving into the area Brian began to notice the little things that he missed from The Mission. He thought about the art, the people, but most importantly the beauty of the Mission, the flowers, the nature, the community gardens, and the lush green that was still everywhere even though he was in the heart of the city. This yearning for something naturally beautiful in his space was the catalyst of his inspiration to begin the creation of community gardens in West Oakland.But these weren't just the creations of community gardens ,they were the beginning steps to clean air and a healthy environment in places all around West Oakland. But Brian recognizes that one of the biggest challenges in the creation of these gardens is the acceptance of them in the community. And even though it seems like this is something that everyone would want he recognizes that the push back that happens is out of fear. He sees that this is a community who only only see’s receiving nice things as a means to an

I was strolling down Gibson Street on a cloudy day when I noticed a sign that said, “Community Garden Open For All”. It was gated off by a fence and I peeked through a little open crack and saw so many plants and people! I was amazed on how many people came together to grow plants.

Gardens, the final frontier. When I was little my mom and I would rototill our yard and dig out a couple trenches. After we dug out the trenches my mom and I would spend a couple of hours walking around the garden section of Lowes, we would find several veggie plants that we would then take home for the home-made garden. Her and I would sit outside for hours as she taught me how to plant the veggies and take care of the roots and put them in the dirt the right way. She would have me take care the plants in the garden that I wanted to plant and she would teach me the proper way to do it. She taught me the responsibility of planting a garden and then taking care of it, she taught me that you can not give up on something just because it is too hard or too much work. See, Gardens can be used for much more than just farming and gaining crops, these gardens can be used to teach children, help

Everyday on my short hike home from school, I strolled by her house and inhaled the freshness and beauty of her home. If you looked at her house, you would detect a beautiful array of azaleas, bushes, trees, and other beautiful flowers. More of her property consisted of flowers than a house. The small cottage she lived in hat a tin roof. Every morning, I would see Miss Maudie, wearing her sunhat and dress, water flowers in her front yard. Everyone in the town knew that Maudie Atkinson possessed her garden most off all. I remember when her house burned down, and she didn’t appear to be upset at all. She rambled continuously about how much she could grow her garden. She possessed what I would consider an outstanding quality, the ability to see the good in anything.

I hope you are as excited as I am about taking this last class of the program. I am enrolled as Robert France but friends and family have always called me “Jeff” (from my middle name). I live in Columbus, Ohio and have been an RN for 27 years. I finally decided to go back to school a couple of years ago to earn my BSN so that I could better serve my patients. I currently do not have plans to study for an advanced degree, but since I work at the OSU Medical Center, that may be an option in the future.

As a child, every weekday I would stand on the corner of my street, and wait for the bus. On this corner was a largely unused parking lot, only containing cars during Sunday mass at the church across the street. It was a a blemish on a street that otherwise held a picturesque depiction of American suburbia. A few years ago, my mother took it upon herself to organize a movement to rid our neighborhood of the lot. From this inspiration emerged Linwood Park, the brainchild of my environmentalist mother. As the project gained legs, it became a constant source of work and frustration for my mom. She frequently recounted the various distresses of dealing with government bureaucracy, obtaining the funding, or getting the necessary supplies,

Born and raised on a farm in Knott County, I was used to acres of farmland and grass in every direction. The porch was shaded by a large silver oak in the summer and became a nightmare of leaves in the fall. Weeping willows grazed the ground, swaying to and fro when a breeze blew through the thin branches. Pine trees lined both sides of the driveway leaving the ground littered with pine cones and needles in winter. My dad was a perfectionist in all things and our yard was no exception as no weed or dandelion ever lasted long enough to plant roots. The grass was cross cut in a different direction each week no matter how hot the weather or how tired he was. He never allowed me to the cut the grass and as a teenager, I was happy about that. I never dreamed one day I would purchase a place that would be just as much work to maintain. Over time, I forgot (or ignored) the fact that his lawn was flat and the place I ended up calling home was the side of a mountain, sloped top to bottom.

The Kennedy Middle School fifth-grade class is growing a school garden. The students are very excited to grow a garden, but animals have been eating the goods, so a fence needs to be put in. The total cost to fence in the garden will be $159. The class calculated this by finding the perimeter (in feet) and multiplying it by the cost per foot of fence, $1.50. The Pythagorean Theorem a2 +b2=c2 helped find the hypotenuses of the two right triangles that the garden can be broken into, which helped the find the perimeter.

When I moved to Boston 13 years ago, I knew I had arrived somewhere special. I immediately loved the brick sidewalks and cobblestone streets in Beacon Hill. I was impressed with the massive scale of the homes in Back Bay and I enjoyed walking through the perfectly manicured Public Garden. With only superficial knowledge of Boston’s rich history and culture, I quickly became captivated by my new environment. I was fascinated by the “lavenders”, which are purple tinted glass windows in the old brownstones of Beacon Hill. initially, these windows weren’t a stylistic choice, but a mistake made by the glass manufacturer in the mid-1800s. I thought it amazing that a piece of glass could survive all these years and appreciated that it was unique

Although I can't say I ever haven't feared using a cutting torch, it feels a fair amount more comfortable now as I roast zombies from the inside of the agriculture shop. The last zombie I hit falls to the ground, looking a bit like an oversized, overcooked french fry, and suddenly, I've decided I'm no longer hungry. Although, I've got to say, using the nail gun is a lot more fun, as it has a more rapid fire, and it just so happens to be that as I was evading the first wave to get into the shop, I had used that to nail a few to the wall as it was still under the awning. As for the agriculture shop, I had set up my base here as soon as I saw the last of my teachers turn, because with two old classrooms, an easily sealable office, a bathroom,

With the help of my mother and father, I constructed a raised-bed vegetable garden, which we completed the third week of October. We placed it next to our house so that the garden would be hit with plenty of sunlight. We used four pieces of plywood and nailed them to make a rectangular shaped container, the box was four feet wide, eight feet long, and a little less than twenty inches tall. We filled the box with ten inches of soil and later planted our vegetables we bought at Home Depot. We bought leeks, Chinese cabbage, Cauliflower, Savoy cabbage, and Mustard greens. I decided to start a garden because I’ve always had an interest in food and where it comes from.

I’m out working in the garden while the 100 degree weather sears my skin. I wear a thick kimono from head to toe and sweating like never before. I think it’s probably this spot that I’m currently working on. Because my birthday was last week, I planned on going to the mall to shop, eat, and have a great time. I previously thought me and my mother Chie came to an agreement, but she changed her mind and thought that today would be a good day to randomly plant new flowers in our garden.

Ross’ (2000) article ‘Curriculum Gardening’ explores the notion of a garden as a metaphor for curriculum in education. According to the Catholic Education Office Sydney (2014), the curriculum is not just a document, but a framework that is put in place to nurture student learning and allow students to be engaged in meaningful and purposeful learning experiences that will create life-long learners. It is Ross’ view that ‘Curriculum Gardening’ is a sound metaphor, because just like a garden students are given the chance to grow and learn.