As a reflection of the wider city, the community garden’s role as a point of connection between the haves and have-nots is more crucial than ever
Two men in black come into the garden. They lurk near Kati’s coriander, then move on, briefly obscured by Kathy’s towering fennel fronds, reappearing near Joe’s bed over which, yesterday, he showered worm wee with almost baptismal tenderness while lamenting the theft of his corn seedlings.
One of the men points out something in the bed. The other replies.
This wild little community garden in the backstreets of Redfern in inner Sydney is a powerful conversation starter
I’ve learned much from the garden not just about plants; it’s given me lessons about managing success and failure