Common Roots Urban Farm, Halifax, NS
Common Roots Urban Farm is a hybrid garden in downtown Halifax right in front of QEII Emergency Room on provincial land. More than just a community garden, the farm includes a market garden, community plots, a kids’ garden, spots to sit and relax, and the beginning of a food forest. This is a pilot project hoping to inspire a community-built vision of an incubator farm in every district. It’s been extremely successful and has community, as well as government, support.
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Wolfville, Nova Scotia
Not a garden really but I saw and loved this carving as I was walking down the main street in Wolfville in early spring. They did have a nice front garden.
Some More of Those First Impressions
Sometimes gardens are about more than the plants we grow. There’s more to them than how colourful the flowers are or how many bragging rights we earn for our food harvests. Gardens are also about the people who first show us how to turn over the dirt and make it beautiful. Gardens are about how we share and teach and feast together. I was reminded of that this week when a few black & white photos arrived in the mail from my brother in Montréal. These were taken sometime in the 60s so a lot of time has passed, people have moved on, characters have changed. But my dad, in his quiet way, was my first mentor when it came to gardening.
And my dad had his own teachers and mentors. His mother, my grandmother, had the most amazing garden…flowers, vegetables, fruit, even chickens.
I’ve been wanting to add something here about my dad’s garden when we were growing up because, whether I knew it or not at the time (and I’m sure I didn’t), he was my first mentor when it came to gardening. We grew up in the suburbs of Montréal in a neighbourhood where we had back yards and my dad used about half of it for growing things. The other half was filled with sandboxes, swing sets, and wading pools. I’ve lost all pictures from the day but my brother managed to find a few. Like this one…
The garden I remember most was the vegetable garden. Dad grew a lot of everything and always gave at least one bed to the kids. I grew my first radishes and corn there and I was hooked. But he was also a flower freak…
It’s funny but I don’t think my mom was involved in the garden at all except when it came to harvest time. And probably over the winter when deciding what to plant come spring.
I visited Tangled Garden for the first time a few weeks ago with some friends. It’s a fantastic, wildly landscaped garden of local plants and sculptures in Grand Pré, Nova Scotia just outside of Wolfville. They also sell their own preserves, teas, homemade ice cream and various treasures and trinkets.