Dusty and determined, a bumblebee claims its golden tax from a Melgund Township dandelion, fueled for the flight home.
A Community Garden for More Than Just Us
In Melgund, spring doesn’t just arrive; it breaks through. As we wait for the frost to finally retreat from the Dyment Recreation Hall, we’re looking at the dirt with a new kind of hunger. This year, “food security” isn’t just a line item on a project sheet—it’s a pact. We’re realizing that our kitchen tables stay full only if the air stays busy.
So this spring, we aren’t just planting for ourselves. We’re turning the complex into a landing strip for the wild. Tucking milkweed and dill into the warming earth is our way of practicing regenerative agriculture by hand. It’s placemaking for the creatures that were here long before the pavement was.
Wiping the mud off our boots at the end of the day is active living at its most honest. It’s a quiet, green defiance against a changing climate. We’re building more than a garden; we’re building a bridge. Because when the first bees of the season find a home in our dirt, we know we’re finally growing something that lasts.
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