catch the last warm hours
before the winter comes,
cherish in your memory
and taste them more than once
the sweetness of the autumn flowers
the softness of the sun
close your eyes
– remember –
back again, they will come
(Poem from October 2014.
The photo from June 25, this year, I took at the place where we use to buy our plants to the non-profit organization)
I was trying to write something to the blog, but obviously it hasn’t been a day for words. After breakfast, I went to the library intending to work on my novel. And it was hopeless! It was as if I didn’t know any English words at all. Except for the most common ones.
To be honest, I didn’t find the proper words that I wanted in Swedish either. Not for today’s chapter. I could claim I had porridge in my brain. Then I got tired and went back home.
It seemed easier to find words now, in the evening. But still, what I wanted to tell you about have some technical terms, and I couldn’t get it together as I wanted. Though this time, I could at least express myself in Swedish. No trouble with that. Anyhow! I deleted that first try-out.
Thanks to the fact that I for some time now have engaged myself in what is happening at the local library – which is way more than just an ordinary library – I’ve also learned to know new people and are “Hi” and “Hello” to quite many now. And I’m also engaged in several activities there.
(And on Monday begins the Painting classes for the spring season. I’ll give that too a second try-out.)
And now comes the tricky part for me to write: Around in the city, the municipal has for some years – I don’t know how many – had the responsibility for small garden areas, that then are managed by people living close by.
They are meeting places not only for gardening but also for getting to know the neighbors. Translated straight from Swedish, those are called “Plantations (or gardens) without Boundaries”. No boundaries, as in “everyone is welcome”! White, black, green or blue’s – Christians, Muslims and Jews. We all have red blood, love God, and cry when we are hurt.
So we, ordinary people, are seeding, planting and cultivating. Flowers, berries, greens, herbs, or whatever we want. And everyone is supposed to help taking care of the garden. In the way, as each can do it. Whether it’s planting, watering, weeding, or taking care of it in any other way. And of course, we will all be enjoying the beauty of it all. (You just wait and see the photos… )
These gardens are also places where we just meet each other. Having coffee together, or barbecuing in lukewarm summer evenings, or just sitting talking. Pausing. Relaxing. In “my” garden, we have a greenhouse as well with both running water and electricity installed, and some suggestions have arisen about a small cafeteria where we can sell coffee and tea, and perhaps ice cream. Organic of course. But that is just a thought so far. Not an impossible dream, though.
Now, from this year, 2020, the city has decided not to have the responsibility for these gardens any longer. They are “selling out”, figuratively speaking. Instead, we city slickers are offered to take over, turning the gardens into non-profit associations.
So in my part of the City, we who are connected to the library in one way or another, are taking over and start up our very own garden. Well, we continue taking care of the already existing one. Well, again! As a matter of fact, in this neighborhood, there are three gardens under the same “roof” since there are three localities .
So I was asked to participate as a member of the board, I accepted, and was also asked if I would like to be the treasurer. I said yes to that too, and this Tuesday we had our first meeting. I think it’s quite thrilling actually. And fun.
The terminology… hm…
I had no photos of the garden, so I guess I have to take some to show you. If only the days would stop being so gray and rainy. But better later than never, I guess.
So this photo isn’t from our Garden. Instead it shows a bit of the garden of Sofiero. The famous Castle just north of my city. Helsingborg.
Though, also we have a greenhouse, and lots and lots of flowers.