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02 May 2010
“I love it when ten people watch one person working,” Masha said.
A few of us were standing with shovels, taking a break and discussing how we would level the ground for the greenhouse’s foundation.
“If we weren’t watching,” another onlooker commented, “He wouldn’t be able to dig up the gravel. We are willing him to work…telepathically.”
I understood the humor in the situation. Yet, I am getting to know other volunteers in the moments of small talk between shoveling.
Each week, new relationships are being established between the soil, wildlife, plants, and people. Hayes Valley Farm is abuzz with activity. I enjoy unearthing new details and developments on the Sundays I volunteer.
This week, a group and I beautified the site by making the site more spic and span. We lifted lumber into an orderly pile, where it blended into the ivy. The bumblebees gathered nectar and pollen by the freeway food forest and were nearly camouflaged by the butter and black-spotted fava flowers. Nearby, volunteers planted tomato starts amidst the fava. The young plants quickly faded away into a sea of greenery.
JB drove in a truck filled with blue puzzle pieces that would make up the frame of the greenhouse…or as I think of it, the bluehouse. Between the standing, the shoveling, and the laughing, the ground was flattened and a blue skeleton arose.
Photo: "Untitled" by Angela Goebel
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