Once upon a time there was a woman who lived in the suburbs who decided to become a peak oil doomer and grow veggies to save her family from the approaching zombie apocolypse.
She grew veggies in the ground. She acquired chickens and then learned that it’s best to fence the veggies off from the chooks. She planted trees… or rather, her son David18 planted the trees while she stood and pointed at where to dig…. and all was serene.
She then looked at some empty space that was sunny the whole day long; the driveway that ran up the side of her house. She cogitated, then bought some rather exxy metal garden beds (for longevity) and turned them into wicking beds. After some initial drama (never buy ph10 soil and expect things to grow) everything settled down and things were serene.
This is the view from over the fence.
Even in winter, the sun still reaches the wicking beds in the driveway and the plants are thriving. Look!
This middle bed is my “One Magic Square” bed, taken from the book by the same name. It has garlic, turnips, radishes, beetroot, onions and a rogue silver beet and Amish paste seedling, along with some basil that’s (hopefully) being sheltered from the frost by the silverbeet. Going great guns. When I flicked back I noticed the rogue cos lettuce in there too.
The last bed is my “green manure” crop. I planted so many pea seeds that I lost count. I figured they can climb up the stands, give me peas (om nom nom) and then I’ll cut them off at ground level and leave the nitrogen nodules in the ground for a tomato plant to use.
These peas are leaping out of the ground. In the few days I’ve been sick, they’ve grown noticeably. This morning when I rounded the house to look at them I said, “Whoa!” when I saw them. I don’t know why… it’s not like I want then to stop or anything.
Still, all was serene.
… this went up. Next door. My NORTH side.
Yep. Where the sun comes from.
People not in Melbourne might not appreciate where this is going, but Melbournites do.
The house is a knock-down job. It’s perfectly liveable but in this suburb, people buy to either put up a McMansion or to put in units.
The best case scenario I can see is that someone will put in two single storey units running side by side. Then my sun access won’t be blocked and I’ll be happy. (Hope the new neighbours like chook noises.)
Most likely scenario is a two storey dwelling, either a McMansion or units. This is where I’m REALLY glad that the nice man who planned out my solar panels positioned them facing west, just in case this ever happened. But my wicking beds will be useless.
The worst case scenario is what is being played out further up our street, where a normal sized suburban block has a planning application in for 8 units over two storeys. Or is it three? If that happens here, it means that the whole block will be covered, I’ll lose all my privacy and maybe even the sunlight will be affected with my in-ground crops way over on the south side of my property. Not to mention the gerls.
How will I feed my boys when the zombies come if this happens???
But to end on a brighter note; have a look at the lemons in my fruit bowl.
Doesn’t the top lemon have a perky, sassy, “I’m organic and have no food miles” air about it?
And there’s still one more on the tree.