On a June evening around sundown, birds’ chirping dominates the soundscape on Pine Street in Detroit’s Corktown neighborhood. A robin flits around ankle-high grass, cocking its head. A family of pheasants bobs past on a road mottled with potholes.
Then you notice the hum of cars barreling down the six-lane Fisher Freeway at the end of the block. Beyond the interstate is the façade of Michigan Central Station and, less than two miles past that, the red letters of the Ambassador Bridge, connecting Detroit and Windsor, Ontario. There’s a gas station, and, in the distance, lights from casinos. As the sun melts toward the horizon, it slinks behind trees and telephone poles. To them, someone has nailed a request: “Don’t pick the veggies, thanks.”
This is the urban prairie, and it’s where Ryan Anderson, the co-owner of ACRE farm, is setting up for the first CSA pickup of the season. He pours snap peas into wicker baskets and spritzes radishes with water from a spray bottle so they look perky and dewy. He swirls lavender lemonade and stacks jars of honey.
[For more of this story, written by Jessica Leigh Hester, go to http://www.citylab.com/navigat...ists-farmers/497033/]
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