The concept of Victory Gardens is being revived all across the country, harking back to other war-time eras, when food and/or cash was in short supply.
I grew a Victory Garden last year. I was angry then. I wanted to hit something, and I didn't want to go to jail for assault. I took my anger out on clumps of dirt and tangles of weeds. It seemed fitting that I was growing a "victory garden," because I surely wanted victory, even if I wasn't sure what I wanted to defeat.
This year, I'm less angry and more scared and anxious. I need nurturing rather than violence, recovery more than victory.
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