Hola from Mexico, Leah. Wonderful writing. So good to be reminded that SF is more than the doom and gloom scenario we get in the news. Some creep stole our next door neighbor´s freshly planted flowers. Alas, assholes exists everywhere.
Thank you for your writings. New plantings and new parks such as the Tunnel Tops and India Basin on Innes Ave are adding to our urban beauty and enjoyment, which hopefully will help to counter balance the negative aspects we are going through.
Leah-- Love this story and all your walks with Greenberg. Two sides of the city, those who are generous and trusting with public displays of garden beauty and then the slugs who steal plants. The stealers and trolls thrive in anonymity so we can choose to put in surveillance cameras and then face the dilemma of how to confront the culprit. I would have put up a sign just like the gardener who was robbed! Nevertheless, I love your conclusion, damn the assholes and plant anyway. Your report from the neighborhood frontlines is so true. The good and ugly are side by side always. And IMHO, who cares what non San Franciscans say about our city. Live there and dig in. Then you might have something to say.
We have the largest jade plant in San Francisco and people are welcome to take cuttings, not so our less hardy flowers. At this point I'm used to seeing our lovely flowerbeds trampled, but in the end they survive, as hopefully we all do. I love you, Madame Defarge!
Did anyone ever tell you that you have a way with words? You have described the very schizy nqtrue of this city. From the overwhelming kindness of neighbors we may barely know, to the destructive outrage that makes us say WTF, SF is a daily adventure in existential challenges.
Leah, I saw the sign too! When I returned from my errand it was gone. What a missed opportunity to be part of your story. I was planning to take it and use it in an art project. ;-)
Thank you so much for telling me about your SubStack! Looking forward to seeing you and Greenberg soon.
I'm always charmed by your walks and observations. And the way they kaleidoscope out to the larger world. Also I appreciate the smallest effort to make the world more beautiful. I live in Berkeley with a large Meyer lemon tree in the front yard. Pedestrians often regard it as part of the communal landscape -- and there are often 100s of lemons. I welcome my contribution to the stranger...until someone comes with a grocery cart and strips the tree!
Hola from Mexico, Leah. Wonderful writing. So good to be reminded that SF is more than the doom and gloom scenario we get in the news. Some creep stole our next door neighbor´s freshly planted flowers. Alas, assholes exists everywhere.
Thank you for your writings. New plantings and new parks such as the Tunnel Tops and India Basin on Innes Ave are adding to our urban beauty and enjoyment, which hopefully will help to counter balance the negative aspects we are going through.
Luckily, Leah, I decide against assholism when it comes to stealing flowers....and hopefully in all the others ways, too. Nice piece!
Leah-- Love this story and all your walks with Greenberg. Two sides of the city, those who are generous and trusting with public displays of garden beauty and then the slugs who steal plants. The stealers and trolls thrive in anonymity so we can choose to put in surveillance cameras and then face the dilemma of how to confront the culprit. I would have put up a sign just like the gardener who was robbed! Nevertheless, I love your conclusion, damn the assholes and plant anyway. Your report from the neighborhood frontlines is so true. The good and ugly are side by side always. And IMHO, who cares what non San Franciscans say about our city. Live there and dig in. Then you might have something to say.
We share clippings from what is abundant (JADE) and mourn when flowers get broken off. Gotta accept it all. Xxx
We have the largest jade plant in San Francisco and people are welcome to take cuttings, not so our less hardy flowers. At this point I'm used to seeing our lovely flowerbeds trampled, but in the end they survive, as hopefully we all do. I love you, Madame Defarge!
Did anyone ever tell you that you have a way with words? You have described the very schizy nqtrue of this city. From the overwhelming kindness of neighbors we may barely know, to the destructive outrage that makes us say WTF, SF is a daily adventure in existential challenges.
Leah, I saw the sign too! When I returned from my errand it was gone. What a missed opportunity to be part of your story. I was planning to take it and use it in an art project. ;-)
Thank you so much for telling me about your SubStack! Looking forward to seeing you and Greenberg soon.
I'm always charmed by your walks and observations. And the way they kaleidoscope out to the larger world. Also I appreciate the smallest effort to make the world more beautiful. I live in Berkeley with a large Meyer lemon tree in the front yard. Pedestrians often regard it as part of the communal landscape -- and there are often 100s of lemons. I welcome my contribution to the stranger...until someone comes with a grocery cart and strips the tree!
As always, so enjoying your word pictures of our old 'hood. You make me downright miss it.
You’re the nurture to our best nature! And I’d like a picture of the knitting, please, Madame D