I appreciate the strength that is portrayed in this nearly life sized sculpture. It is particularly fun to see in the summer when the water flows through the real life crops (in this case peas and onions).
Seeing her work in the typical long sleeves and full skirt of the day makes me pause and count my blessings: I routinely gather most of my produce while wheeling a cart through an air conditioned grocery story, comfortably attired according to the season...which means bare legs and arms in the summers.
Team work...a way to build community; a way to invest in each other's future.
Was this garden a one-of-a-kind thing in early Salt Lake City?
No...in fact the city (originally called Zion) was designed to make such farming possible for just about everyone. The city plan won awards in it's day for being so forward thinking and practical.
So this is how it was was..a city block of park...at 3 o'clock on a Thursday afternoon.
Just me, a flautist, a mother, grandmother and two children are there to enjoy the space.
I have to say it was hard not to ask the small family to pose for a picture. The small boy in the stroller could have passed for the twin of the wee lad playing with a stick in the water; the women were attired to match the garb of the women at work in the field.
I wondered if the sculptural scene struck them as depicting "modern day" or "olden times" activities?
And what did the little girl think of me as I went about in my slacks and sleeveless top?