Garden in July
I have watched some interesting edible plant activity on a corner lot on Pacific Street for a couple of years now. At first it was the herbs I noticed: summer savoury, of all things, and mint, growing beside the rusty chainlink fence, squeezed between parked cars in the gravel lot and the concrete sidewalk. Tomatoes and peppers appeared. Then one year nothing.
Garden in May
This spring the rear of the lot suddenly (it seemed to me) filled with containers in a declaration of gardening: paint buckets, a bath, cans, each planted with vegetable. I took pictures and muttered here about wanting to know more.
Trevor Jacks' scaffold garden
One day I saw a man looking with the kind of appraisal at this garden that only a person who tends it every day could. I started talking to him, explained my interest in his garden and asked whether I may interview him. The look he gave me was the one I might direct upon a tobacco hornworm eating my perfect tomatoes, but I held my ground. I have become braver. Recently, on a break from his work at Heights Auto Body, he condescended to answer my questions as briefly as possible, with vague amusement at my persistent interest, in an accent whose music was almost as good as holiday in the islands.
You can read Trevor Jack's interview over at ShelterPop.