You don't get to be Bernal Heights' most famous garden blogger by playing it safe.
Sometimes you have to break the rules, like I did last September when I offended the fine and proper moral sensibilities of 34.51% of Garden Rant readers by trespassing into my neighbor's yard.
Guess what? I'm going to do it again--right now. Just watch me!
This is the view of his backyard from my deck. The canopy of trees and vines is solid.
I'm going to put mosquito dunks in his standing water. Even though we didn't get much rain this year, I've noticed the mosquitoes are biting. I know they're not coming from my yard...
I'm strapping on my hiking boots for this job.
That little white splotch? A drop of 12M hydrochloric acid that slipped from a pipet one day in grad school.
Note that my neighbor's wisteria is carefully clipped away from my house. I do that once a week all spring and summer long.
This is where I hop the fence to get in.
Absolutely the only time dude goes into his backyard is to put out the trash.
But we're going this way.
It's a dump back here. And it's so dark the camera needs the flash.
Clearly, once upon a time, someone gardened here. And then at some point in the not too distant past, gardening came to a complete stop. We think something strange is going on. Guy did some research online and learned the house is currently assessed at $40,000--that's an absurdly low assessment for San Francisco (you may recall that an enter-at-your-own-risk knock-down recently sold at auction for $525k). Dude looks to be in his early 40's, not old enough to have bought this house for $40k. On top of that, the current property taxes are past-due.
The back steps...
I can only imagine what's going on under the back steps...
This, btw, was in the general area of where I found the most amazing rose growing back here last year. No sign of it now. And, no, I never took cuttings from it. Sigh.
There's one break in the canopy where you can see the house.
The top floor you see in this picture is unoccupied and appears abandoned. I think dude lives in the front half of the downstairs unit only. We can see through the kitchen window on the top floor from the deck on our roof and nothing in that kitchen has changed or moved since we bought our house in 2003.
Here's the water I came to poison.
There's another one hiding behind the bamboo.
On my way out, I snap a picture of lost, forgotten garden sculpture.
ADDED: an update.