The main garden continues to embody our sudden, unexpected 2025 renaissance as The Great Attractor for GAPV, thanks especially to Elisha — garden designer and organizer, with deep knowledge of plants — and her partner Dave, who works alongside and does the heavy work (constructing fences, gates, signs etc.). The google doc she has put up for all of us to absorb, is, frankly, for me, overwhelming. And of course, thanks to all those who live here in these three homes we call Green Acres Village, plus so many many neighbors and friends, who are drawn to this project, this tiny Template for the Future of Suburbia. Like a massive invisible magnet, our sweet little paradise grows stronger and stronger. The more we interact with both each other and the living earth below our feet — the more trust we build in the frequency field that we are manifesting in 2025, built upon the bones of this endeavor, which actually got started, as an Emergent Design permaculture project, back in 2009 — the greater becomes the regenerative web we are weaving.
You can only imagine how rich the garden soil is now, thanks to years upon years of build-up! You can only imagine how rich the human web we are weaving, and how much we can now depend on each other, thanks to the same.
For example, just last night, around 9 pm, an urgent text to the Green Acres Community: Carisa, across the street, needed someone to stay at her house with her sleeping children while she ran extra keys out to her ex, who was stranded about a. half hour away.
Bingo! Joseph immediately stepped up to that plate.
This post will feature three photo series:
Signage, and Street View of Main Garden, as of June 27, just before it rained, after more than a week of intense humid heat.
Main Garden as of June 28, featuring Elisha and Dave, “Chinaman” and vegetables.
Back Yard Overhill, June 28, with flowering or near-flowering plants to greet next Community Dinner participants, July 3.
SIGNAGE AND STREET VIEW
Backing up . . .
Both together.
Here’s the view that entices those walking along Overhill Dr. (Notice stump of one of two willows that we took down this year because they shaded the garden.)
MAIN GARDEN AS OF JUNE 28
Come on now, smile, Elisha!
Notice the signage in the background.
At one point, the sweet little foreigner who walks along this street every single day, began to walk by. But then he stopped, gestured, put down a heavy bag, and turned to his phone. We all got it. He wanted to communicate; in fact, it was urgent, since he then managed to say, in English, “I return to my country in one month.” I asked, “What country? China?” Yes!
We invited him to come into the garden. So he did, and was trying to communicate something very urgent to both Dave and Elisha, having to do with making little depressions in the ground next to certain plants threatened to have their fruits eaten by critters (so far, only two, out of hundreds!), and pouring a little oil in them. What kind of oil, I wondered. All three bottles that were in his bag were canola oil. Well, should we really do this? Elisha looked skeptical.
I’m not sure what actually went down.
But he and Dave managed to communicate across their devices for some time, with Dave nodding vigorously once in a while.
Vegetables!
BACK YARD, OVERHILL
