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I've joined a few meetings with a group at church that is interested in starting a community garden outside the church. We also have a food pantry and some were concerned that the people that come to the food pantry don't want fresh produce. The pastor has a different vision, though, which is to build a garden as a tool for learning. It could be a way for people to learn how to grow their own food, learn about the benefits of fresh food, and maybe even lead to some cooking classes.

I've grown a few gardens over the years and plan to grow one again this year. I don't know much about gardening. I get excited when I see plants at the home improvement store. I push my cart up and down the rows saying things like, "ooh... peppers, I like peppers. Let's try those," and, "how can there be so many kinds of tomatoes? I just need a big tomato and a little tomato. Umm... maybe these." I fill my cart with plants and sometimes seeds, too.

Then I go home, plant things, water frequently in the first two weeks, then less frequently as time goes on, then most of my tomatoes split or get eaten by some sort of wildlife, and I have more peppers than I know what to do with.

TED Talk by Ron Finley, guerilla gardener:

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