Haibun: Beans and Bricks

A haibun for my prompt at Wednesday Muse.  Also posted at dVerse Poets Pub OLN. This is not in the style of anyone.  It is a haibun, plain and simple.

Beans and Bricks
“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” Khalil Gibran

This summer, I am taking a hiatus from my cooking at the local food bank/soup kitchen. Instead I am volunteering with a local group that plants gardens on vacant lots in the inner city, nestled among food deserts. We spent a few Saturdays ago clearing off one of those lots of bricks, beer cans, broken glass, cigarette butts. Then we broke up the land and hoed it, preparing it for planting. Last Saturday we planted plants and seeds along with a few flowers. We erected a sign, “Community Garden” every day, some of us are there hoeing, weeding cajoling the hard city ground. We have attracted attention of children, older adults, and young people – all of them looking forward to the fresh veggies we will be harvesting throughout the season. I and another person will be teaching people how to make good food from the veggies – food to eke out their carbohydrates and canned veggies. I gave up my garden this year for this project. I count it time well spent.
seeds and plants grow –
tomatoes corn potatoes –
feeding families one at a time.