15/03/2018
Community Garden in St Brigid’s Parish, Stillorgan
By Caroline Jolley.
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In the community garden we have members from Spain, Poland, Hungary and China. We embrace all ages and our older members impart their knowledge to us all. We come together through gardening and learn about different cultures and foods. Some of the plants that we grow for the fruits (such as squashes) other cultures are more interested in the leaves! Gardening methods are basically the same the world over so we can communicate non-verbally and admire each other’s produce. In return for their raised bed, members help out to keep the garden tidy and looking good.
We tolerate each other’s different methods of gardening, Peter doesn’t mind weeds but Geoff blows a fuse if one appears in his patch. Lena keeps a comfrey fertiliser in her house all winter to use in Spring (despite the smell) and little Nora will water all day if she’s allowed to. I plant ’weeds’ in the meadow for the birds and insects much to the other’s disgust.
Horticultural therapy is becoming a ‘buzz’ word, we’ve been doing it for years without knowing what it was called!
The potting shed is the heart of the garden. this is where the kettle goes on and we sit around chatting, usually more laughter that chat and the children can run around the garden or fee the hens. Much better that being glued to a ‘screen’.
Eggs from our community garden at St Brigid’s come in many different colours. Yes, the green and blue one ARE from hens.
In many cultures around the world, the egg is a symbol of new life, fertility and rebirth. But when I look at these eggs I realise that the shells are the only thing that is different about each one of them. Crack them open and the yolk and the white are just the same. They taste the same, they look the same.
We judge people by their ‘shell’ colour, but inside we are all the same.
‘Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?’ Shylock.