Hey all: Well, here I am in Seattle and what do you know it's raining. Been that way most of the day, but I'm loving it. This is as much a consciousness shift in moving here as anything I've done in my life, but at 69, it does feel different. Oh, maybe not, well, yeah, especially leaving behind so many friends and a garden that became part of my body and essence; and the weather here is a big change as well as being in a big city. I promised myself almost 40 years ago I'd never live in a big city, after 10, my 20s in Los Angeles, unless something was really calling me. My three year old grandson was that call and I have no regrets, traffic rain and all that goes with it. This is a good place and I should thrive here, whatever thriving in a new places means.
They have many community gardens in Seattle, with one to two year waits for a plot. I was a bit taken aback by that, but right away began looking in my area of the city where maybe they'd be interested in a community garden. Will be following up this week. My son Gabriel told me friends of his distribute food at a place I already checked out. A couple hundred acres of a residential place for disabled people, but with a lot of open green space. Hopefully they will be interested in a garden. Sh'mal