Guerilla gardening

Hello dear readers, if any of you are still out there! I looked into the blogroll on this blog today and found that almost every blog I used to list has gone. In fact, blogs as they were when this one started are pretty much gone, wouldn’t you say? But my urge to guerilla garden is not gone. So here is my deadly treadly last week; bucket of compost on the back, plants, water and tools on the front. Ready to go. Honestly, friends, the bin fire of the world at the moment is so utterly devastating and makes me want to cry and rage so much–it has been hard to post. But sources of solace are important, and continuing to do what we can is also important. Now that much of what I do is organising, this might be a strange choice of post. But I’m sharing anyway on yet another heartbreaking day in the life of the world.

The plants are native mallow; ruby saltbush and dryland tea tree. Here is their new home. Clearly designed to be planted–nothing growing there. And not much soil. I have carted compost here with the help of my beloved, as well as adding mulch as it collects in the nearby drain, over some months. So now there is soil there.

In they go! I love the way that free mulch just lands on city streets most times of the year. There for the taking and using. I collected a wheelbarrow load yesterday and one of my neighbours was incredulous. “What are you going to do with it?!” “Compost!” I said. Honestly, I am incredulous more people don’t do it.

And here I am on site… (and I apologise for my phone advertising itself so relentlessly. If you know how to make that stop, please do tell me how it’s done!

And here is one of the plantings and its stake, made from part of a hard rubbish deck chair and given a pointed end by my beloved, who has power tools to contribute to the team. Thanks for reading, lovelies.