Sunday Cuppa
The first time I ever read The Secret Garden, I was hooked. The little robin drew me in and then Dickon sealed the deal.
There have been any number of books and gardening seasons since then. But I find myself always returning to contrary Mary’s plea for a "bit of earth to call my own."
Something about the renewal of that promise of life and growing things that calls to me.
So when I stumbled on an article in the July 2009 issue of Family Circle on backyardharvest.org, I was intrigued:
…With recent requests from Portland, Oregon, and Milwaukee, Wisconsin, for information on starting local chapters of Backyard Harvest, Amy hopes that communities from coast to coast will follow suit. The group has also partnered with the city of Moscow to allow families to use food stamps at the area farmers’ market to purchase fresh produce. "When times are tough — and they certainly are right now — there’s no easier way to give people nutritious meals and let them know someone cares," she says. "There’s a special look in people’s eyes when they receive food from others who’ve planted and harvested it with their own hands…."
I’ve been planning all along to donate any surplus we get from our little garden plot to the local soup kitchen. But I’m seriously going to have to plan to make a surplus happen for next year after reading this. What a great idea!








Good morning Christy, it’s a fine day here. Hope your little coffee bot has got you set up for the day *g*