Brooklyn Brokavore

This spring, some neighbors started a community garden in a formerly vacant lot by our apartment. Unfortunately, we were out of town the weekend they met to divide up plots, and, sadly, didn’t end up getting a plot of our own. But we stayed involved: Anthony helped build their compost bins, and I attended a garden potluck a few weeks ago.

While at the potluck, I noticed that one of the beds hadn’t been filled. Asking around, it seemed like none of the other garden members knew why its owner hadn’t taken advantage of the open plot.

Machiavellian community garden political maneuvering ensued, resulting in our triumphant acquisition of said empty plot. Alternately, Anthony emailed the google group and asked if we could take over the plot, seeing as the garden had a “use it or lose it” rule and that the summer is now winding down, and everyone else was cool with it. Believe whichever version you want.

At any rate, last week we bought 10 bags of soil and transferred most of our rooftop garden a couple blocks up Franklin Avenue. Though our garden seemed big on the roof, it only filled half the plot, even with the extra habanero plants I picked up when I bought the soil. Next year, though, we hope to fill the entire bed. Here’s what it looks like now: