Personal Narrative: The City Of Visalia

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.

At Sprouting Hope community garden is located in Hungry Mother State Park Marion, Virginia. During the Emory and Henry’s “Service Plunge” Dr. Davis’ transitions I class spent their time volunteering to weed the garden. The garden is ran by Jason Von Kundra, an enthusiastic leader for this non-profit organization. The garden allows low income families from the surrounding areas to have healthier eating options. The opportunity to learn the importance of nature and the process of growing ones food. Sprouting Hope is an organization that exemplifies the traditions we as a country has lost. The importance of healthy food has diminished over time due to factors such as work, convenience and the overall fast pace of the twenty first century.

I, Odis Jenkins, of the city of Jacksonville Fl, Duval county , Florida ,being of sound mind and disposing memory ,do hereby make, publish and declare this to be my last will and testament, hereby revoking all wills and codicils by me heretofore made

The Flores are a family of five that lives in Los Angeles, California. Elizabeth,32,is the mother. Lily,14,is the daughter .Bridget,13,is the daughter. Alexis,13,is the daughter, Katherine,14,is the daughter.Elizabeth is employed at two jobs a cosmetologist and a in Los angeles california why she chose that job was because for one she have four kids two they both make good money and three she enjoy both of my jobs and what she will do.

Santiago de los Caballeros, that’s where my family is from in the Dominican Republic. Everything about it warms my heart just as much as its vicious sun does penetrating your pores until you’re almost sure they aren’t there anymore. My father’s side of the family had just come down from the Capitol, which is known to be ignorant and high maintenance despite being from a third world country. The Dominican air smelled earthy and damp, yet you could feel its purity in the pit of your lungs.We decided to sit down at a food truck area and eat the signature post-club, pre-hangover, Dominican sandwich: The Chimmichurri. It is nowhere near as disgusting as it sounds, I promise. As we made ourselves comfortable in our plastic chairs beside The Monument, we had a complete view of the lights scattered like a den of fireflies illuminating the city. I was lost within the laughter you find yourself in after one too many Red Rock sodas when our Haitian server approached us. He kept reading the menu off to us and I fell in love

A community garden helps the people involved connect on so many levels. Food is an item that can be connected to almost anything imaginable. This non profit garden allows members of the community to work together and to watch their efforts succeed as the garden prospers. The idea of the community garden is phenomenal. The main focus of the garden is for the volunteers to be able to give back and to share their connections as well as the beautiful produce that results from their efforts.

“Nutritious, bugs and snails? Yes, that is what I was thinking of.” I ignored the rabbit’s eye rolling, and tried

She then goes to the store and picks up some vegetables, reminding herself she will go home and suspect

I gave the two an overly dramatic betrayed look before throwing a tomato out of my half eaten salad at them.

My mom laughed nervously “Ha! We just walked through the Tenderloin… Let’s just pretend that never happened.”

I spent my childhood in a small, suburban neighborhood just outside of the shadow of Minneapolis, Minnesota. My street is located in a city called Edina: a city that prides itself on “green spaces” and the protection of its environment. Whenever there are too many fires, or a bike path were to be constructed, activist groups gather and protest the damages to both the environment and the city’s image. By the time I was ten, Edina had passed ordinances restricting private citizens’ abilities to cut down living trees older than 10 years (or trees more than 12 inches in diameter one foot from the ground). The city also spent two decades cultivating a pride in our shared landscapes: lakes, forests, wetlands, and prairies. To expose students and

I live in Chandler, just of the Santan 202 freeway and Gilbert road. This is a great community and it borders the city of Gilbert, which means we enjoy amenities from both cities. There various characteristics that impact the quality of life of my family but the top three are hospitals, schools and colleges, and various city parks. The hospital (Mercy Gilbert), provide various health care needs for my family. My daughter was actually born in this hospital. The quality of care they provide has helped my family with easy access to care. School and colleges in my community has served the residents and outsiders with good quality education. This has a huge impact on my family as all my siblings at a point in their lives attended Chandler-Gilbert

A town of Monstropolis exists in the parallel world only. But its citizens do not worry about it. They get energy for town using screams of the real human children. For this purpose, there is a power station in the city. Here, the monsters who scare children work hard. But all this system works if children stay in their real world and do not enter the parallel

“What about Bread, Lettuce and Tomato?”. We kept talking about that for a while, we were walking down on one of the rocks again so I didn’t want to fall so I walked near the wall and made it hard for me to walk down.

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.