The idea of a community garden in our complex is batted about periodically. Apparently Manolo the maintenance man always shuts it down. But given our dirt deprivation, we’ve resorted to drastic measures. We have joined the revolution. We’re going guerilla.
It’s never too early to introduce your children to a life of crime. For example, 8:00am is a good time.
Here we have two bad boys, creeping around the complex in their fuzzy footed PJs in the wee hours of the morning. Their crime? Unauthorized swiss chard.
Guerilla gardeners! Río is the look-out man. What Manolo won’t know won’t hurt him. He never weeds in there anyway.
Something tells me we won’t keep our secret for long. Some of the smaller members of our band are easily persuaded to talk.
Maybe blabbing it all over the internet isn’t so clever either.
So if you are wandering through Tarifa and you spot a cabbage or kale in an unlikely spot, stop and give it some love. Or eat it.