Hey. I’m Rebecca. I live, work, garden, and eat in San Francisco. Gardening here is all about dealing with micro-climates. After years of container gardening well within the reaches of wind and fog, I now live in the sunny (well, sunnier) Mission District with a little backyard garden and a patio for my plants in pots. I also keep up a small community garden plot.
This is all about my adventures in gardening in the middle of a city. I also love food and, I’m telling you, there’s nothing quite like the taste of, say, amazing chard you grew yourself and harvested just a couple hours before eating it.
Follow me on twitter: @BayDirt.
Urban gardening is a fun experiment, and one of the few places in my life where it doesn’t really matter if you mess up, and you might have just as much fun either way. I like getting my hands dirty and seeing what will grow. (Read more in this post: Wait, where did you learn how to garden?)
But there’s also a much bigger picture that’s not just about tasty chard. Food is a basic human need. Community food security and food justice are crucial movements. (SF Bay Area people check out City Slicker Farms and People’s Grocery.) Entire communities lack access to fresh food. Companies like Monsanto propagate genetically modified foods and corporate influences have narrowed the diversity of edible plants available to us. Small farms across the country struggle to stay afloat. Pesticides and synthetic fertilizers poison the soil, the water we drink and have devastating impacts on our health, particularly in agricultural communities like in California’s Central Valley. Food is undeniably a social justice issue.