Montreal Guerrilla Gardening - Before and After
For years, I took a commuter train through Queens to Manhattan. I would look out the dirty windows to the sad scene along the tracks. Trash, trash, trash. Complete lack of vegetation. Broken glass embedded in dried up soil. Chain link fences. Muck. (Sniff . . .)
Then, as we slowly chugged through Kew Gardens and Forest Hills, my mood would lift as I caught a glimpse of small gardens - planted up near the tracks' edges. I would crane my neck to take in every green detail. Somebody cared. And that act alone - made the difference.
Fast forward 10 years and enter: Guerrilla Gardening. These lovely souls conquer downtrodden urban spot after downtrodden urban spot to create little oases. Sometimes, it looks like they do it under the cover of dark. Oh, the thrill of it! My heroes. Go-go-go!
You can report on your own guerrilla gardening outfit here and see what others are doing 'round the world. Or pick up a copy of their book.