My newfound obsession with gardening comes from two sources – the first is having a garden for the first time ever. The second is the fact that I’m working on a novel about some guerrilla gardening teens. So today me and my mum went to explore a guerrilla garden in Clifton Hill.
It’s hidden down a cobblestone laneway, in some disused land owned by the railway company. Different individuals and families have their own boxes, and there’s a very complicated compost system with multiple bins at varying stages of decomposition.
It’s a bit like stumbling upon the Secret Garden – tucked away, hidden and bursting with life. I saw capsicums and eggplant and carrots and onions and pumpkins and about a million kinds of herbs and salad greens.
I’m pretty sure the garden isn’t entirely legal – but it’s very removable if anyone complained because all the gardens are boxed. And it’s making great use of unused space. I love it.