The time has come to finally say goodbye to our beloved garden.
|Amy, Anna, and Norm helping for Happy Hour Gardening|
Some one recently asked me what my favorite part of the garden was and I realized that it was actually the people. Rarely did I harvest anything from Bogarden- I have my own vegetable garden at my house, as do many of the volunteers that help out. For me, the garden really was about the sense of community. Over the last few years, I spent at least two days a week at the lot poking around, watering, harvesting, and weeding. Every single time I was there I would end up meeting all kinds of people that walked by- a few of which became volunteers and even friends. On workdays, it was even more inspiring experience, with dozens of people voluntarily giving up their weekends to help out. The Bogarden was a place where people from all walks of life could come together to learn, teach, share, laugh, relax, socialize, and have a positive experience. It is my hope that the Bogarden has inspired others to look around their city and no longer see empty lots but instead imagine future gardens.
|Darlena helping out in the circle.|
|Miss Slyvia helping weed the beds.|
|The year of the tomato.|
|The Wildflower Border.|
|Teaching everyone how to harvest sweet potatoes.|
Thank you so much to everyone that made the Bogarden possible- it has been such a great part of my last two years in Charleston. In the words of Fritz, "This is the end of an era" and every time we pass the corner of Rutledge and Bogard, we will remember fondly that "there once was a garden there."