DEAR NEW FARM:
It's sad to see gardens here disappear under weed fabric and stone.
I go to open houses in my area and ask the realtor: “Couldn't
the birds have a few feet of dirt to peck at?” We're forced
to move to greener pastures. Wildwood, New Jersey has become a sterile
vinyl-and-concrete wasteland. Last year an over zealous neighbor
oversprayed our garden with weed killer. We look now for organic
farms south of here and hope to find a farm with established income
but also wildlife habitat.
We feel your pain. Each time we go for a staff bike ride in our
own area, we shake our heads at the waste of prime garden space,
wildlife habitat, time and energy—in the form of petrol, pesticides,
and labor—that neighborhoods made up of vast sterile green
lawns represent. Then we'll happen upon a yard overflowing with
diversity, abundance, color and life and find a glimmer of hope.
Good luck finding that perfect farm…and be sure to keep
an eye out for an upcoming story on pesticide drift.
us with comments, suggestions and questions.