The high harvest

Glide Community House plants produce atop the Tenderloin

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Glide Community House and Tenderloin resident Patty Rose tends her greens:"We finally have the backyard we've always wanted"
PHOTO BY CAITLIN DONOHUE

caitlin@sfbg.com

CULTURE "There was some sweet in there and some spice — it was like finger food, you could eat it like chips." Larry Medders, 11-year resident of the Cecil Williams Glide Community House, is showing off the new rooftop garden, installed by the San Francisco Zen Center, on top of his nine-story supportive housing complex. He's talking about his introduction to kale.

Medders cooks for himself in his studio apartment and used to stick to the same meals. He likes pasta and herbal teas, which he now brews with the mint and chamomile growing upstairs. An older man from the South endowed with a becoming drawl, he comes up once a day "to water and make sure everything's in its place." At the opening ceremony for the new green space, Medders tried the iron-rich greens for the first time. "Now I'm hooked," he says.

If a once-bare Tenderloin rooftop seems like an incongruous spot to grow spinach, carrots, lemons, blueberries, parsley, onions, and tomatoes (a few of the nascent crops at the Community House), it shouldn't. The buzzing streets below Medders' feet offer sparse play areas for children, occasional safety risks, and few places to buy fresh veggies.

The city has tried to attract grocery stores to the area, so far unsuccessfully. "Grocery store operators and other retailers perceive that the area is unsafe and have expressed concerns about the safety of their employees and customers," says Amy Cohen, director of neighborhood business development. TL residents largely must content themselves with corner stores for neighborhood shopping trips — a bummer for low-income seniors who live in the area.

For the residents of Community House's 55 units — many dealing with life post-addiction and homelessness and all low income — the roof was already a place to gather. Building barbeques were common. But they knew the rooftop could be much more. "I just wanted to see more greenery, because it really is beautiful," Medders says.

Enter the San Francisco Zen Center (www.sfzc.org). The center has operated in tandem with Muir Beach's Green Gulch Farm since the early 1970s, providing a green dojo for meditation students and producing organic produce for restaurants such as Greens in Fort Mason. Says Zen Center vice president Susan O'Connell, "the color green alone is calming, the oxygen and the sense of being surrounded by life." Gardening can aid in one's quest for enlightenment, she says. "Zen takes a lot of different forms, it's not just sitting down."

Taking inspiration from a garden next door on top of Glide Church, the Zen Center pledged to fill Community House's communal space with veggies. Now 15 planter boxes built by construction training nonprofit Youth Builds stand at different heights so children and residents in wheelchairs can work them. There are compost bins, shaded tables, chairs, a sink where cooking classes will be held once a local artist finishes painting a mural on the surrounding wall.

The roof's design, plotted by ex-Green Gulch apprentice Jamie Morf, is laid out so residents can socialize (when Medders and I toured the roof, three children were eating a late lunch on one of the round tables) as well as sit and be thoughtful in nooks designed with peace in mind. "One of the most important precursors to being able to meditate is called taking refuge. But that's really hard for people in the Tenderloin," O'Connell says.

We are joined by Patty Rose and Arlinda Van Brunt, two other long-term residents who, with Medders, have stepped up to form the core gardening group. The three teach me about the challenges of running a plot that belongs to every one of the residents living in a nine-story building, including many who have never tended a kitchen garden before. The learning curve can include beginner's missteps, like overpicking a hardy green onion plant that the trio laments.

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