Veggies in the Street, and Other Changes We Can Make

Lying spread-eagled on cardboard, inhaling the scent of the horse manure beneath, is a blissful memory of growing up. There is a perfectly natural explanation for this: my family had chickens, a water tank, and grew our own veggies.

It mystified me that veggie patches were banned on the other side of the street, which was zoned suburban. Why would you stop people growing their own food and engaging with the land they lived on?

Later when I lived in Melbourne my elderly neighbour expressed his distaste for such…