|Corn and peanut intercrop.|
Luckily, we still live in a country that is hopeless in its planning. The continued migration and unplanned development has its advantages-- one significant one being that we are still reminded of the possibilities, plant- and food-wise, of our chaotic metropolis. I document this a lot in my other blog.
|That's Max under a talisay tree.|
|That's Daang Hari, a road connecting the mess of new real estate developments to Metro Manila.|
So I finally went and met the farmer from next lot. His name is Max and he is a migrant from Cagayan de Oro. He lives two blocks down (and carries his water everyday to his plot, Jeebus). The lot he farms doesn't belong to him, but the owner has allowed him to use it. Apparently, there is a sort of farming tenant arrangement that is common in the periurbs-- this is completely new to me (When chatting with Max about my garden, he asked me if I had a tenant in my lot. I kind of laughed and realized he wasn't joking.).
|Alugbati crawling on the gate, which is usually locked.|
|Here is Max looking spiffy in his buri hat with green trim.|
|"Wild" saluyot that just grew without any seeding. And my foot.|
|Large siling labuyo.|
That's about what I know for now. I said I would drop by with seeds, so I want to poke around a bit more at Max's context (does he have a sort of "day job" if you may, and how things all tie in with migration, periurban landlordism, and whatnot.