Harambee 2013- The year of the fence.

Hi Everyone,
While the National Weather Service doesn’t seem to know it, we are now officially in Spring. Gardening season is just around the corner and I want to share some news with you. I spoke with Dave Doig earlier this month and he is confident that the garden space will be available for at least one more season and quite possibly more.

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors- Robert Frost
This spring our main project is to add a secure fence to enclose the main garden area and be secured with a locking gate. The fence we will be purchasing will make it very difficult for people to scale and should prevent those who do not belong in the space from entering.
In order to fund the fence, we are inviting gardeners to sign up early and for anyone who is able to sign up for 2 years at $75 (one year is $40). If you are a returning gardener, you get first choice regarding your plots from last year.
We would like to have the fence installed before the end of April and request that you sign up as soon as possible.
Checks can be made out to “Root-Riot Waller” and can be mailed or dropped off at:
5845 W. Race
Chicago, IL 60644

If you would like to pay by credit card, you can go to: Harambee Page
You can download your sign-up form here: Sign Up Form
For anyone who is gardening for the first time, this year you can download the liability release form here: Liability Release

As soon as you sign up and are assigned a plot, you can start any time. In the meantime, I will soon send out information on the dates on meetings, classes, workdays and other events.

If you have any questions- please feel free to comment on this post or call Seamus at 312-213-seven,eight,two,four

The Mending Wall – by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

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