How it all began... I started a container garden in our new place in Taradell, Catalunya last summer (2021) and I had no idea I would love it so much. It grounded me during the pandemic, consoled me during my language struggles and soothed my anxiety about venturing out of the safety of our house. I grew tomatoes from seedlings, strange I know as I don't even like tomatoes but I loved seeing them develop more leaves, a flower and a tiny tomato! I watched them grow, and grow, and grow into a forest of tomato plants. It was so joyous. I'd had a dream to grow tomatoes and chillis to make peri-peri sauce which I eventually did π Fast forward a year and I started dreaming of having a garden made of earth rather than containers. Jim talked about finding me an allotment ('hort' in Catalan), something very common here. Everyone with a piece of land grows an abundance of vegetables in the summer. Soon the town grapevine was activated. My walk and talk friend, Raqel, hear...
One evening, while animatedly describing all the events in the school garden, John came up with a name. The garden of ideas El jardΓ de les idees I love everything about the name, all that it represents, the collaboration that is now and in the future and all the possibilities π but the aspect I love the most is that when all the opinions come, I can explain that this is the Garden of Ideas. There's no one way of gardening, there are a multitude of ways, ups and downs and being open to something different brings dialogue and learning π
The final stage of the day was to make roasted tomato arrabiata sauce to freeze for winter. and foccacia bread with sun dried tomatoes and olives with a decoration of anything I could find.
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