Once in a great while, a presenter comes along who is so enthusiastic, so dynamic, so passionate about his/her subject matter, that one cannot help but be pulled in, whether or not you might have thought you were interested.
Hers was what I would call a more mystical approach to gardening. She stressed the difference between imposing one's will on the garden, and listening to what the garden had to teach you. Her garden is not trained or ordered or predictable, but has a way of doing its own thing, and she values that. Her garden speaks to her and she learns about herself and others through it. While she cannot grow spinach successfully, no matter what she tries, other vegetables might grow profusely, enthusiastically, unbidden.
Among other things, she has inspired a community garden, where individuals plant their own gardens in raised plots. The raised boxes are about three feet high, and require less bending and are more easily tended.
That was necessary because lead was found in the soil at the chosen location. Eventually, they identified on an old map that there was once a land mine factory in that exact spot.
What a fitting way for swords to be beaten into plow shares there!
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