I share an apartment in Bushwick with my sweetheart Sean (he's the one responsible for all the photos) and we decided to take the plunge and try our hands at a rooftop container garden this year.
Last year we managed three bushy tomato plants and a small herb garden, so we figured it was worth a shot.
Eventually our little sprouts got too big for their britches, and we transferred them into other containers-- empty yogurt cups, vacant tofu trays... like hermit crabs looking for shelter in a garbage dump, our little plants donned festive refuse pants as they got bigger and stronger every day. The biggest challenge was trying to prevent our cats, Pete Townshend and Mr. President (at left, hopefully to be featured soon as a guest blogger on Plant Something), from bringing about their wanton demise with a well placed swipe of the paw.
Our sprouts survived the trials and tribulations of young urban planthood and around week three the cucumbers, beets, and squash were all looking terribly grown up-- I caught the cucumbers starting to wear lipstick, and the squash plants sort of smelled like cigarettes when they came home from school, although they denied everything. We started to think maybe it was time to harden them off and move 'em up to the roof.
But are they ready for so much sun and wind? Will some derelict neighbor pour beer on our babies or snuff stogies in our soil? Is it necessary to know anything about farming to grow edible plants in a relatively inhospitable setting? Tune in next week for answers to these burning questions and so much more.