A quick visit to the garden for greens and rabbit-proof-fence checks with the kids.
A silent passerby in work boots and community shirt.
A dirt pile mountain to climb and a successfully stable barrier.
A friendly, yet reserved, hello.
“If you like onions, I pulled a ton out of a bed I was clearing for a new owner. They’re in the bin.”
– We have a good number already but I won’t argue with more onions.
“They’re right here. These will grow, right? They look like the dried up ones you can buy at (big box store) and they aren’t dry. They’ll be ok for people how I laid them out?”
– *inhales deeply, enjoying fresh onion green smells* They will grow just fine. They might not bulb, or they might, but they’re definitely happy to be green onions.
“Ok, good! I already put some in the plot by the workshop but there were just so many I didn’t want to go to waste so I laid them out nicely, a whole wheel barrow full!, so others could gather as they wanted.”
– They look great and are easy to retrieve and use – thank you for telling me and taking care of them.
After I picked out a few bundles for me, my in-laws, and a friend, and two days passed, I took a picture of how many were still left.
I also saved some chard because beautiful deliciousness.
I’m familiar with foraging but this was my first encounter with foraging plants from a compost heap.
A new lease on life!
Let them grow!
Works for me. Someone once left some canna lily bulbs at the edge of a compost pile where I take leaves in the fall. I gathered them up, and stored them over the winter; then planted them the next spring. They grew just fine.
Felt like I was there.too. Good people, gardeners.