We had a really horrible event happen at the Bancroft Community Garden this week. My garden bed neighbor has an amazing jungle of vegetables that puts the rest of us to shame. Her bed is overflowing with tomatoes and basil and peas, and up until yesterday, hot peppers. In fact the peppers were just on the verge of being ripe and ready for harvest. Yet, when she visited the garden this morning they were gone. Not gone in a the-rats-got-them kinda way either. These peppers were perfectly clipped an cultivated by who she calls the “Midnight Gardner”.
This is my first experience witnessing garden theft. So being the good internet geek that I am, I went a-googling. And I found out that community garden drama is not a rare thing:
This weekend I visited the garden because I had been told new plots were being marked and dug for new garden members. I had not been there since last weekend. When I walked over to admire my own plot I immediately noticed the sun glinting off hundreds of pieces of broken glass all over the surface of the ground. Then I noticed lumps of red clay, and deep impressions everywhere that looked like shovel holes. I walked around and around my plot, not understanding what I was seeing, and frankly not believing my eyes.
Then I walked over to the area where new plots had been broken. I noticed one rectangular area where the soil had barely been broken, and next to it another similar rectangular area where the soil had been finely worked. Very finely worked. So finely worked that it had the appearance of potting soil. Not a shard of glass in sight, not a clod of clay in sight.
I then looked at a series of raised beds, plastic forms where the garden manager raises vegetables as a youth project. During the summer and fall and all winter long these plastic raised bed forms had been full of clay soil, loaded with glass and weeds, which I knew because I had tried to help weed them from time to time. On this day I reached down into one of them and my hand sunk into soil fine and black and clean. My soil, in fact. I recognized it as soon as I touched it.
I walked back over to my own plot and could see what had happened. My soil had been removed from my plot. The soil from the new bed and the raised forms had been removed from those places and carried over to my bed. The soils were switched.
THEY STOLE HER DIRT. Who does that? So stay strong, garden neighbor, at least you still have your soil.