Half way through the growing season last year, I found a patch in that same garden that was choked with weeds, waist high. As I grabbed a handful and yanked, I discovered perfect little radiccio choking under the weeds. Abandoned. We brought a couple of them home.
|a little here, a little there - found flavors|
In my own community garden, a few plots are still untouched this year. I have been watching patiently as the weeds get higher around the plants - carrots, chard, chives, parsley - that came back to life this spring. I have slowly begun taking a few leaves here and there.
It seems such a waste to watch flowers wilt, greens bolt, lettuce go bitter, neglected by those who planted their seeds a season ago. Yet, the plants are not mine. Maybe their owners will return, held back from the garden by life's demands, and find that someone has been diminishing their harvest.
|Today brought the first bag of salad greens from the garden|
What do you think? Are the the branches of apples that hang over your neighbors fence fair game? Are the leaves of kale and chard that peek out from weeds in another gardener's patch stolen goods in your hand? Or are we resourceful gleaners simply sharing in the bounty that surrounds us?
|Peeking in the bottle: my zucchini plant, |
alongside the wood my son dropped in