I tell the gardeners that this is the store you don't have to go to. You get hungry, come on out and pick yourself a meal. When you plant, use three seeds - one for you, one for your neighbour, one for God. They always laugh when I mention God, or silently let the word slide on by. I go home knowing that I've planted the possibility of self-caring.
Some people even load their gardens onto trucks when they move.
Or the envy of neighbours - I put down a garden and the next year two or three neighbours will call for theirs. We're strictly word of mouth. I wouldn't know how well it was working otherwise. There's never been a shortage of recipients, only a shortage of money, time and energy. The original idea was the diaspora of the perpetual garden, a way to reverse what is so celebrated now, the deprivation of the many for the gain of the few.