Check out the latest guerilla gardening report in the L.A. Times. It tells of Scott X, who has created a popular succulent-filled oasis on a traffic median in Log Beach, as well as the pirate farmers of Homegrown Evolution who describe themselves as “some ordinary middle-aged to elderly residents of Echo Park passionately talking about vegetables.”
The story also reminded me of a guerilla gardening movement (though it hardly would have been called that) I read about when researching gardening clubs in Buffalo. At least as early as 1910 (and probably earlier), the People’s Gardening Association of Buffalo was advocating using the city’s vacant lots to grow food crops. I’m in Memphis, so I don’t have the material here, but the society, one of many Vacant Lot Cultivation groups throughout the U.S., had very high-minded ideas about encouraging families to work their own plots and become self-sufficient. They also felt that urban farming would be a great occupation for the “bums” of their time.
Too bad that all died out. There are still plenty of vacant lots available. The three threats to viability remain though: water availability, maintenance, and illegality. The LA pirate farmers always try to ascertain if there is a nearby water source, while Scott X looks for drought tolerant plants. Maintenance is just that; personally, I would never plant anything unless I knew how I or someone else was going to take care of it, and the urban farmers in this article seems to agree. Illegality is the stickiest of the three. The fact is, the actual owner of the property can erase all your hard work in an hour.
This actually happened to my neighborhood beautification group. We were working a corner lot owned by a local business. It had been a dry summer and the two large raised beds of perennials weren’t looking as good as they might. Also, the owners didn’t really understand lankier plants like Russian sage or even daylilies (plants chosen for their durability) when not in bloom—he was a petunia/canna-in-containers guy. Anyway, one morning he bulldozed the whole thing. It was demoralizing, though we’ve since reinstated a more permanent tiled concrete perennials bed that seems acceptable.
I also worry about the fate of the street containers we planted two days ago. It may be up to three fifty-plusers with aching backs to water all of them. Where are those young, energetic guerilla gardeners when you need them?! Though our plantings are more conventional, they’re equally precarious.
Regardless of the movement you subscribe to, it seems public gardening is always way riskier—even more potentially heartbreaking—than it should be. Well, maybe I should say that about all gardening!