I opened the garden for a couple of hours Tuesday.
Again, we had several Asian-Americans coming to visit, including one a couple who had just arrived from Beijing! The man practiced his English on me. They have different gardening customs, which I can’t quite repeat. For instance they do not plant cabbages in the spring.
A little later, after Michael had come by with baby Joe, an Indian family visited — a dad and three kids who were very enthusiastic. They asked about several of the crops, including which ones were being grown for what was underground, and the elder girl (9 or 10, maybe?) warned that when we harvest the zucchini, we should be wary of the little spines that could hurt.
Their dad liked our garden and wanted to be in touch with us. He said he is psyched that we are adding to the town’s culture, which he, himself, was also doing: He told us about a townwide Scrabble tournament at the library on Wednesday. Unfortunately for us, he said it was closed to those who had graduated high school.
[Michael P. contributed to Oakes’ report.]