It all started when…
In my world the lines are blurred between art and gardening. This project is no different.
Eight or nine years ago a county utility truck parked on a low-lying area in the right-of-way behind our house. The truck somehow created a slow leak in the fresh water line. This slow leak has created a wetland that makes it difficult to tend since the soil is always soggy.
Now we all know you can't drain a swamp, so I decided to at least let some plants enjoy the water.
Fast forward a few years and the garden wasn't thriving. It's hard to invest in an area when another truck flattening it is inevitable. Ironically, in 2016 we learned a large portion of our front acre would be eaten up by another type of truck: asphalt pavers.
At this time I became vocal against the widening of John Street in Matthews, apparently to the former Mayor Jim Taylor's chagrin. Thus began an ongoing saga of intimidation and bullying; simply because we don't want to lose a large portion of our property to traffic. This is something I think most people in our situation would empathize with
The thought of turning such a hurtful process into something beautiful is a light at the end of the tunnel.