Pictures from last week’s Big Stink planting, which took place in community gardens across New Haven, are up on our Facebook page alongside images from yesterday’s Morse Master’s Tea with Sandor Katz. Check ‘em out!
Every September, Yale opens its doors to a flood of incoming students, many of whom feel safe only when those doors swiftly close behind them. They hear through the grapevine—no relation to Enza’s grapevine—that New Haven is a dangerous place. When I came to New Haven a year ago, I found myself perplexed by this attitude. The ironclad gates and spike-topped fences created a physical barrier between classrooms and communities that had so much to offer one another. I craved a sense of belonging in this city, a city in which myself and 11,000 other students lived, but few called home. Then, a fortunate thing happened. I met Chris Randall.
For all of the prefrosh arriving on Yale’s campus for Bulldog Days today, a look at a different side of New Haven: its urban farmers and community gardeners, folks deeply invested in making the city a more liveable (and edible!) landscape.
