I keep telling my friends I am a reclusive hermit, and they keep laughing their heads off. I do suppose that being surrounded by rabid gardeners does make it pretty difficult to separate myself back out of the matrix. What do you do with a gang of giddy folk who feel the world is abundant and that everything must be shared? Kick them out? Tell them to stay home? No matter how hard I try to be a grouchy loner, I keep spotting someone heading up my driveway with a suspicious bag under their arm.
The Sunshine Coast is still a pretty isolated area. When they unplug the ferry at night, we are all trapped here together, doing the best we can with the community we have. I’d say we do a damn good job. My home is in Roberts Creek, where many of the best lunatic garden nuts live, and I think we have reached a pinnacle of material and not-so-material wealth juggling. Tools, potato tubers, seeds and canning jars make a jagged but tenacious path from home to home. Skills and knowledge float overtop of that in a hazy circle, dropping gently onto the unsuspecting when they really need it.
My cupboards contain Erin’s jam and Alain’s garlic. Janet’s carrot salad is almost used up in my fridge. The woman who does my income tax threw in two free buckets of chicken manure. Harry, Adrian and Judy have all donated apple trees. Val is going to teach me how to pressure can some halibut on the weekend and Robert is coming over to help me weed. How is a woman supposed to stay reclusive in a town like this? Arhhhhh! The horror! The horror!
And as my garden assets have bred themselves into insane abundance, I have been more and more able to begin throwing a few things of my own into the mix. Surely I can part with a few strawberry plants. And do I really need 57 raspberry bushes? I am slowly prying my worried fingers off of the little green assets and pushing them into the world, and as I do so, to my surprise, some quantum type thing happens where it all multiplies and flings itself out one hundred fold.
Of course, I don’t want this to soften me up. This sharing and caring stuff gets a bit heady on a hot day. You almost have to hide behind the curtains to keep from getting free stuff on you. Oh wait. I think that’s Janet coming up the driveway with some beans. Gotta go.
Try your new skills out on the Sunshine Coast. We’re pretty receptive to this kind of thing. And when you’re here, please smile gently at all those folks you are passing on the street – they might be my lovely buddies (check for the bags under the arms!).
We just love out-of-town company here on the Sunshine Coast, right up to about the 87th one. Then we might get a bit cranky. Our guests could make our lives easier by observing the following:
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My favourite was Gardening for the Faint of Heart … Wheeler knows her stuff and presents it in a way that reassures and informs novice gardeners but also entertains...
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