Under the pink sky of yesterday's dusk, Tanya planted two oregano seedlings in the Edge garden. The first herbs poked up sweetly green in the new herb bed - we had just laid the rocks. Wayne and I had started these seedlings at the beginning of the new year by putting cuttings from into little Dixie cups. Big Wayne has been watering them for three months. It was a devoted and long effort, but the oregano grew and until it was ready to spread roots in a bigger plot of ground. Early spring winds allowed him to harden the plants outside this past week. Over the weekend, we decided that we could plant- the first oregano bushes-to-be were for UCA and the students at Edge garden. This morning, there was a smooth square of black soil. No naked green. No hole...No dirt flung...no clean scooped hole. NO HOLE!!!!! These plants were plucked. So fast- So gone, gone, gone. The ground is empty when they grew with such effort. they were plucked without being used in a student's spaghetti or pizza. I do not expect to understand tornadoes or hurricanes. I am sad that I have to contemplate pluckers in the first season of a great campus garden.
WHY?
WHY PLUCK?
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