After a few years of gleaning, I’ve taken the next step: true foraging.
An unexpected stop at the Ballard Farmer’s Market yields a bounty of seasonal delicacies and that’s not even counting the oysters we ate the next day.
In my very first year in Seattle, I lived on apples foraged from the Burke-Gilman. Now almost twenty years on, I am foraging rose hips from the bicycle paths to make an old-fashioned jelly.
Why even bother growing a garden? There is plenty to eat in the parking strips, in the empty lots, and alleys. You just need to know what to look for.