We’re getting off to somewhat of a slow start in the Community Resource Center edible garden. My grand vision of this was that the garden would be overflowing with fruits and vegetables for passers-by who might have eaten more recently at a soup kitchen than a bountiful garden. And it will get there. The tomato plants are starting to set fruit. The cucumber plants will, I fear, take over the entire plot. The strawberry plants have yielded a few berries and the blackberries are slowly turning from white to red to the ultimate deep purple. I am hoping the pepper plants will pick up the pace a little.
Our beautiful trellises won’t see any pole beans this year. But we’ll tie the tomato plants to them in a few days. And they’ll be good for the Christmas lights in a few months.
So far, my harvest has been three baby tomatoes that actually came with the plant (so that’s probably cheating in the “counting the harvest” category), and a few strawberries. I waited for my intended recipients to meander up the parking lot but, alas, that hasn’t happened yet.
I’ll admit, then, that the sole beneficiary of the garden thus far has been….me. The strawberries were delicious and I added the tomatoes to a salad the other day. But that’s fine. Perhaps when things move along a bit I’ll put up a sign: “Please help yourself.”
Or if that doesn’t work, there’s always the food desert in North Nashville. But I’m getting ahead of myself. A couple of miniature tomatoes and a handful of strawberries isn’t going to cut it.