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Healing Garden Shaina Tranquilino August 13, 2024
In the heart of the city, nestled between towering buildings and bustling streets, was an empty, forgotten lot. It was a patch of land choked with weeds, broken glass, and the remnants of old tires. Most people hurried past it without a second glance, except for Melissa. Melissa had moved to the city after the passing of her husband. The transition from their small, quiet home in the countryside to an apartment surrounded by concrete and noise had been jarring. She felt out of place, isolated, and unmoored in this new environment.
One morning, as she walked by the lot on her way to the corner store, something caught her eye—a single, small flower blooming defiantly amidst the debris. It was a splash of colour in a sea of gray. Melissa stopped, crouched down, and touched its delicate petals. That evening, she couldn't get the image of the flower out of her mind. It reminded her of her garden back home, the one she and her husband had tended together. It was where she had found peace, a place to put her hands in the earth and feel connected to something larger than herself.
The next day, Melissa returned to the lot with a small trowel and a handful of seeds. She started by clearing a tiny patch of land, pulling out the weeds and removing the rubbish. It was hard work, but it felt good to sweat, to see the earth again. She planted the seeds and watered them with a small bottle she had brought along.
At first, the neighbors watched her from their windows, curious but hesitant. An elderly man named Mr. Patel, who lived in the building next to the lot, was the first to approach her. "What are you doing, dear?" he asked one morning, his cane tapping lightly on the pavement.
"I'm planting a garden," Melissa replied, wiping the dirt from her hands. "This place could use a little green, don't you think?"
Mr. Patel smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I used to have a garden once, back in my village in India. I’ll bring you some seeds."
Word spread, and slowly, others began to join Melissa . A single mother named Maria brought her two young children, who eagerly dug in the soil and helped plant flowers. A group of teenagers, who had once used the lot as a hangout, started to pitch in after school, hauling away the trash and painting the old fence. Even the grumpy shopkeeper from the corner store donated some old pots and a bag of compost.
Week by week, the lot transformed. What was once an eyesore became a vibrant patchwork of flowers, herbs, and vegetables. Brightly coloured blooms attracted bees and butterflies, while tomatoes, peppers, and beans grew in neat rows. The air smelled of earth and life, and the sound of laughter often filled the space.
As the garden flourished, so did Melissa. She no longer felt lost or alone. The garden became her sanctuary, a place where she could grieve, heal, and find joy again. The people she had once viewed as strangers became friends, and the lot became the heart of the community.
One evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, Melissa stood in the middle of the garden, looking at all they had created. Mr. Patel was tending to his row of marigolds, Maria was picking tomatoes with her children, and the teenagers were planning where to plant the next season's crops. Melissa felt a deep sense of peace. She had found her place in the city, not through bricks and mortar, but through soil and seeds.
The garden, once just an empty lot, had become a symbol of hope, resilience, and community. And in tending it, Melissa had found herself again.
I'm so slow at posting, but this was gold! Last week I got to chill with the Huss crew that invited me again for the photography class. Got to walk through their updated garden. It's dope what the do for the community. #communitygarden #gorgeous #flowers #vegetables (at Three Rivers, Michigan)