It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood!

9 04 2010

April 5, 2010

I woke up early this morning to put the first coat of paint on the dining room walls. There was nothing really wrong with the color of the walls, though they were slightly dirty and had a few nail holes that needed to be patched. Since this room needs the least work to be presentable (some paint, new baseboards, and new flooring, plus a thorough window washing), I decided it was a great place to start.

The Eating Cave

Even with the full morning sun coming through the window, it still looks so dark in here!

This should brighten things up!
New dining room wall paint

I had work at my shop in town today, but decided to call someone in to work tomorrow and Wednesday so that I can spend a few more days working on the house. Bev dropped by the store to chat and I asked her what was happening with the Meadowcreek garden and who was in charge of it. She told me to talk to John and the other residents and for us to figure it out amongst ourselves, but that we each needed to have our own separate plots.

This was good news for me: I have about a hundred baby kale and lettuce plants waiting to be transplanted, and it would be great to get them all in the ground tomorrow. This would give me a chance to meet the rest of the residents, as well.

After work we loaded up the car for a 3-night sleepover in the Valley and headed down to meet the Hermansen family. Bev had called ahead to let them know we’d be dropping by to talk about the garden. The Hermansens consist of John and Debbie, their son, Debbie’s brother and mother. Only John and Sonny were home, and we shared a nice long chat. They’re occupying the lower dorms while they renovate their house.

John has a few plants started in the dorm, having rigged up an ingenious indoor mini-greenhouse. I think the bulk of his gardening will be staples like corn and potatoes, and canner-friendly beans, peas, and cucumbers. And no Arkansas garden would be complete without peppers and tomatoes!

I actually didn’t have to broach the topic of the garden myself; John H. had just gotten off the phone with Bev when I arrived, and it was the first order of business. He envisions more of a “single plot community garden” rather than a “separate gardens with a cooperative effort” model.

So, here are few talking points on both sides of the debate, and I’m not going to tell you which one I’m leaning towards. See, I’d hate to bias your opinion, which I hope you’ll share in the poll and comments section below.

Single Plot
A single plot would allow for growing entire rows of a single crop, with each family designating how much of that crop they need. Days of responsibility could be assigned to each family so that individuals didn’t have to work in the garden so frequently. People could just pick whatever they wanted and take it. The garden would look more organized. It would encourage a sense of community instead of separation. No concerns about whether the garden space was divided fairly. Group gardens cannot sell at the Farmer’s Market.

Individual Plots
Individuals would be able to sell excess produce at the Farmer’s Market or share/trade with other Meadowcreek residents. Gardeners could grow a wider variety of crops that suited their particular needs. More individual time committed to gardening tasks, less flexibility in schedule. Each person could use their own gardening methods (organic/conventional, green manuring/crop rotation, mulch and fertilizer preferences). No disputes about whether the harvest was distributed fairly.

Of course, there are many other pros and cons of both arguments. I’d love to hear your feedback on this issue. Which arrangement do you think work better? Which is the most fair to all of the residents? Why?

So while my baby greens remain homeless, I did manage to get eight raspberry plants put in my front flower bed. I’d call the day a success.
One of 8 Raspberry Plants in the front flower bed


The Meadowcreek Initiative, Day 1

1 04 2010

March 31. 2010

The day has finally come:  After 4 years of finger-crossing and persistent pestering, the Board of Directors determined that I wasn’t going away.  Bev (she’s the Vice-Pres) called yesterday morning to give me the news–the Board had voted in favor of offering me the Spring House residence.  So here I am, spending my first night camped out on the bedroom floor, journaling by candle light.  (Primitive camping, that is…we don’t have power, water, or internet yet, which might explain why my posts show up online a day after I write them for a while.)  Hyla is chattering away right next to me, too excited to sleep despite the encroaching midnight hour.

And I’m excited, too.  We spent the afternoon up the hill in the small community of Fox working on Gus and Cynthia’s farm.  Today was potato planting day, and it’s always such a joy to chat with Cynthia while we work.  Hyla is crazy about Gus and his goats (they just had babies!), and we always end up staying longer than planned.  I’d hoped to make it down into the Valley long before sunset, but it was dark by the time my eyes came to rest on the “Welcome to Meadowcreek” sign.  Home!

If my heart has ever been anywhere, it’s been here at Meadowcreek.  This valley is magical, something I realized when I attended summer camp here in sixth grade.  Given, a lot of things have changed in the past 17 years. but it still has that “take your breath away” and “renew your spirit” vibe that stole my heart as a child.  There’s a lot of work to be done, but I am confident that we will be sharing the magic of Meadowcreek with the world again very soon. This place has far too much potential to be kept a secret for long, and I look forward to educating, motivating, and captivating minds of all ages in the future.  As for all that work that needs to be done:  “Ain’t nothin’ a little sweat, blood, and elbow grease can’t fix!”

I should hit the hay soon as tomorrow will start early…but this entry wouldn’t be complete without mentioning my really awesome neighbors  Samantha and Robert.  I dropped by to introduce myself and let them know that if they saw an unfamiliar grey car at the Spring House, it’s just me.  (We have the most incredible neighborhood watch in all of Stone County down here!)  Samantha is about my age and has children close to my daughter’s, which is wonderful.  Her parents are also residents, her father John having maintained the Meadowcreek property for the past couple of years.  You can’t overestimate the value of good neighbors, and from tonight’s front porch conversation, I can tell that I’m going to enjoy having them as mine.  By the way, if you haven’t spent an evening shooting the breeze with an old friend (or even a brand new one!) lately, there’s no better time than spring!

Off to bed now.  Looking forward to what tomorrow brings…