A vegetable garden to discover his inner garden?

The place had looked like first to a wasteland, with its waves frozen ground studded with stones dull waste, rebars, bed springs and other scraps of plastic sheeting turned into ghosts shivering under the whereabouts of gusts tight. The children Build scenarios panting and large crows chattering plant their yellow beak to puncture some bugs shaken. And then one day, a squad of serious people, meets at this emptiness for a long time. Some with their hands outstretched in the air drew a complex architecture, others, the right arm supported on a support provided with a clamp trapping some white sheets, took notes while the last group is telling the exploits of small Last few problems or shared house. Other professionals with helmet on head and shoulder their tripods had succeeded a few weeks later, and from there everything had accelerated: A backhoe - greedy vane - had devoured the place, a rotation of trucks had heaped mounds of topsoil, deposited wood panels, rolls of wire and concrete slabs, carpenters and city employees were busy on the site, and finally the tiny village of shelter gardens, glued to the edge of their plot of land brown and fragrant, surrounded by hedges of green netting, had grown there, like out of a hat underground. This achievement was the culmination of a long process initiated by the mayor of M, which had decided to make available to the inhabitants of a desert area deemed sensitive, fifty garden plots. An association specialized in the development of home gardens had piloted the project by clearing the field of mental cited adjoining residents, calling for awareness campaigns and information and began consultations in order to get out of our soil within an association law 1901 to manage the community gardeners. Before you can plant a spade or a rototiller to walk there was the inauguration by the mayor of the town, proud to show how well he took care of its people, information covered by local TV. And then, when asked about the winter garden in his footsteps damp and cold, the smell of virgin land spread back into the air. Since those pioneering years, crops and harvest of joy have succeeded. Many barbecues too. The wave vegetable is out of his state of social phenomenon to become a reality went over the top urban areas. Part of a long square humble stuck by the story at the bottom of the garden, vegetable fever spread by the "allotments" in the nineteenth century and the twentieth, has mutated into gardens. It is now found on the roofs of buildings, it clings to the walls of cities, win the balconies of quoted and seeps into the kitchen where basil, sage and chives thrive in plastic containers. A mode? More! A visit to his corner of culture adorns life. Picking his tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, zucchini and other dietary satisfaction and provide a real taste. "I do all the spade, said Jean-Claude, always telephone contractor at the office or on the roads of Ile de France. Turning the soil, weed is my sport! , "He added by passing the flat fleshy and pulpy tomato which were tasted as a treatment as" Bordeaux mixture ". Whether garden planks aligned, the least profitable square inch, bare of any grass or otherwise useless clutter teeming vegetation planted here and there depending on the mood, its virtues are well established: I visited often in my area Green not the jerky, messy head of production projects and forecasting work. But pull the clumps of weeds and shake their land, cut the gourmet tomato plants, gently bring the land on new growth, look for the parasites along the stems hairy, move his hand in the leaves of green beans or dive under the plans ... potato, leaves no one indifferent. As a sea of ​​silence, breathing plant came into me. The gesture was slow lingering on each foot, walking became soft and the words of the head rested quietly on the floor as head of paper wise. This calm showed that the communication was in progress. Recognizing the garden so he showed his gratitude to the man who had helped him to develop as a life and joy that goes with it? I lived in my body the essential lesson that draws fiber being ground by the roots and returns to the man, the gardener? Plant cells do not say I have or rather I could not hear me, whose ears hear cripple knows that the sounds and noises because my heart is so cluttered with passions, emotions he knows how to welcome the imperceptible. But trying to understand this metamorphosis, I did not say, "the work of the earth soothe" in this situation because the man is the center of things and it recognizes that its activity. That the tribute is made to the plant kingdom that does not feed the stomach! The mission of the garden is much more important: He reveals to man his garden. It removes the excess otherwise no intellectual awareness is not: it gives peace of mind that creates clarity and humility, it generates enthusiasm without which no change would occur. A gardener who comes out of his garden is different from that goes there. As happened in the meantime a connection with its creative forces, its vital energies by which is the positive development of the world. : It may well spread around him peace, joy, and trust, including universal garden this world so badly needs.