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Yesterday, I was at the garden from 4:30 until 6. An exuberant crowd of mothers and children looked at — and commented on — practically everything. Everyone likes the squash we have. They find the eggplants to be terrific, and so are the flowers, the greens, the beans, etc.

Another mother and child were serious; it was the first time they’d found the garden open.

After I’d put the cards and signage away, a mother with a soccer child was so enthusiastic that I gave her my card so she could be in touch with us.

I supplied two boys with water for their sand pails and to wash off, and another young man who came by tried to treat the faucet like a pump when I said he, too, could have some water. I showed him how it works.

Finally: Would you believe that while I stood by the gate, I got to see a (female) hummingbird come to taste a nasturtium blossom? She was there only for a brief moment in time!

I have to say that I feel a little guilty from all the praise people give the garden, and for the envy sometimes betrayed by visiting gardeners whose plots are not doing so well. I always say we have some terrific gardeners, not myself!