Today I am madly preparing before going away for a week to take Mum to visit family in Western Victoria.
This morning I finished mulching the street garden. I have now finished preparing it for summer. This photograph shows the view from the footpath. The part of the garden in the foreground gets some shade from the small tree so it has been easier to establish plants here. I have planted a couple of baby snapdragons here as an experiment to see if the established plants give enough shelter to help them thrive.
A number of people stopped to admire it and have a chat. Our volunteer gardening group who planted this garden wants the gardening to help lift social isolation as well as reduce rubbish dumping and improve the environment more generally. It is a small thing, but exchanging pleasantries and talking about the garden like this lifts my day. I feel that the people who stop to chat also feel good from the exchange.
It is interesting that people with limited English are more likely to stop and chat - not so much native English speakers. We do most of our gardening on the weekends and live in an area that is quite multicultural, including inner-urban native English speaking professionals and younger people.
On second thoughts, most of the people who stop to chat are older people. Is this one of those intersectional things? Maybe it is the age of a person that makes them more inclined to stop and chat?












