As a renter on a low income in Wellington in the 2000s, I grew veges and herbs in a cardboard suitcase filled with potting mix. UCOL lecturers Phil Thomsen and Gina Gigou have recently run workshops teaching people how to grow plants in small containers such as tins and DIY planters.
Community gardening is another option that has an ongoing presence in Whanganui. A further option is learning about wild plants that can be harvested and eaten.
My small section is full of wild plants because I don’t have a lawn, and my gardening ambitions exceed the time I have available to keep everything neat. I am a former plant puritan, but I have moved on from exclusive devotion to natives and non-invasive edibles.
I have always eaten weeds — my culinary mantra as a student was “I can always find a salad” — but recently I have been learning more about edible wild plants. Palmerston North writer and forager Helen Lehndorf has a method she calls “shopping the garden”.
She takes a basket outside and fills it with whatever she finds. As a working single parent and extremely reluctant chef (read: mediocre cook) I sometimes put filling the basket into the too-hard basket.
But whenever I am working in the garden, I look for things I can eat. Cape gooseberries self-seed everywhere and remind me of my grandmother’s garden. In their little papery packages, I think of them as “bundles of joy”.
Local artist Brydee Rood and I are now working on a collaborative project about dock. I’ve learned all kinds of dock are edible, including the invasive Rumex scandens, which has a pleasantly sour taste.
Other weeds I eat include yarrow, chickweed, plantain, nasturtium, hydrocotyle, cleavers, dandelion, and wood sorrel.
While the vegetable drawer in the fridge can become a graveyard for increasingly expensive supermarket vegetables, there is nothing with lower food miles than a plant you pick and put straight into your mouth (provided your weeds are free of sprays and animal urine). Eating green is everyone’s birthright.