I spent most of my childhood and teen years with dirt under my fingernails. The perennial answer I gave to friends who wanted to know if I could come hang out was, "Sorry, I have yard work to do." Digging holes and endless crabgrass pulling kept my time occupied and surely kept me out of trouble—never mind the occasional earthworm dropped down the back of my older sister's pants—once the weather turned warm.
After finishing at home, we'd head over to my grandmother's backyard. Eventually the vacant lot next door to her house would be transformed into an unofficial community garden. No one asked permission to plant corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, collard greens, and kale on land that had sat vacant for years. And when our fruits, vegetables, and flowers blossomed, they were shared in the community, too. This week, stake claim to a plot of land in your neighborhood and transform it into a garden. And like a true guerrilla—or my grandma—don't ask permission. Just do it.