There are two seasons in Montreal: Winter and construction, or so goes the decades-old adage uttered by so many bitter locals. Save for its all-too-short summer, the city can often feel like a harsh and even inhospitable place to live. Given that its human residents often feel beaten down by Montreal’s conditions, it is hard to imagine that such a city could be a host to anything more delicate. However, hidden among its littered, pothole-ridden, poorly paved streets, there exists a handful of hidden oases where fresh produce of all kinds grows plentifully year-round.
