Meadow-encroached long bed now grass-free!
On Saturday, three of Tom’s students came to work in the gardens with me. Considering my recent revelation of (duh!) how much more work gets done with help, I gladly, readily accepted! And I am so thankful.
It took me a long time to come to this realization: sometimes, I cannot do it all. Sometimes, it’s quite nice to have help.
I would say my hesitancy to either ask for or accept help comes from that nagging sense of obligation that attends the help itself. Would I be willing to return the favor, or would I always feel indebted? I expect help, for example, with the school garden: its objective is not so small (feeding the school) whereas my personal garden feeds my personal family. And maybe that is it: my garden is selfishly mine, whose output feeds me and mine, plus a few other souls as serves my need for dispensing largesse.
We got a lot accomplished Saturday, whatever my feelings are toward accepting the help. I will say I was rather surprised when a student made the offer, and even more surprised when two other students offered to join. We shared a happy garden-supplied meal, ate a yard-supplied chicken, drank elderflower cordial and grape juice of the property, and finished with an egg-based dessert from the girls with our strawberries on top. It was fun, we were dirty and sore.