We were set to gather up some compost and complete delivery. Simple enough. A simple path to a little more GOOD.
The destination? A greenhouse and garden beds in need of good soil. This Saturday morning work was a short chapter in a bigger, new project underway from a few months back.
A bit of organization, a few simple tools, a good plan, and a residence card, that’s what was needed. And some sweat equity, something Lions are good at.
The reward? Dark and damp, rich and warm compost, two truckloads — or actually, one small pick-up truck, one Bronco filled with bags.
A few Lions, good fellowship, and we made pretty quick work of the job at hand.
Compost transferred to a greenhouse and garden beds at Camp Via (Via West Campus), which provides residential respite care with special needs camping programs to children and adults in the hills above Cupertino.
The greenhouse at the camp has been dormant for a few years. The DeAnza Lions Club was given the opportunity to bring it back to life, and a few of our members jumped at the chance to get their hands dirty and give the greenhouse and garden beds a fresh start.
Many different aspects of GOOD here:
1/ refreshed purpose of an unused resource.
2/ an opportunity to provide organic, fresh produce to those in need in the community, and for the campers when they return after the pandemic subsides;
3/ a fantastic opportunity to engage others in the community with Lions Work.
Like I said…GOOD. And Lions? WE SERVE. A great way to spend a couple hours on a Saturday morning.
As a vegan to drift off this came to mind; from The Muse himself; some six hundred years ago written, two score years I heard it for the first time.
“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.”