08/21/2026
Rich Soil
I think the biggest question posed to me about the community garden clean-up is "Why now. Why now with the hottest temperatures imaginable?"
My answer is simply this.
I've lost many people in my life but the one that stands out most is my sister Savannah who passed away at 45 years old.
Tomorrow is not promised. When I decide to do something, there's no grass gonna grow under my feet. Or in this case, w**ds.
My Dad instilled "hard work pays off" in me.
Most of us wanna make our mark in this world. Something to be remembered by when we are no longer. This is my mark for as long as i am.
Now besides inheriting my artistic talent from him, He ingrained something far greater in me.
I. Am. A. Workhorse. I love doing yardwork and I delight in the outcome of my toiling.
But don't get me wrong, I didn't always "delight" in this as a child.
I swear every weekend of my childhood I was w**ding out something.
The back patio of our home on Bayou Lafourche is what I imagined living in the jungle would be like.
My Dad had scored some beautiful old bricks and created a utopian space in our back yard.
It was beautiful; except for the w**ds.
It's a wonder i still have use of my dominant right hand with all the w**d pulling i did as a child.
My young mind silently voiced in my head, "Dude, lay down some visqueen next time"
"Give me some Round-up or DDT; I'll take my chances"!
Every year my Dad planted a garden.
And with the garden came Rows and rows of w**ds. Weeds amongst the flowers, the green beans and Okra along with other plants.
Good lawd, who knew Okra was such an irritant on my young skin. Prolly why I detest Okra to this day.
I was beyond fortunate to grow up with not only the "jungle" as a backyard playground but throw in a bayou, that's paradise.
Mowing down the slope leading to the bayou was a weekly chore and as soon as I was able bodied enough to do so, i was at the helm of the lawn mower.
The w**ds that grew here were as tall as me.
I can't count the number of times the lawn mower slipped out of my sweaty grasp heading to a watery grave.
Surely CPS would frown on such enforced hard child labor, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and doesn't warrant a case file.
All jokes aside, while you're thanking me for spearheading this project, I'm thanking my Daddy for all he imprinted in my DNA.
I Love my roots!
Veronique