There are two especially funny things about that sad attempt at a collective farm:
1. It's late enough in the season here that you can buy fully mature vegetable plants from nurseries. The one near me is selling tomato/pepper plants pre-rigged to trellises that are all >2 foot high, yet these morons bought the seedlings that have been sitting on a shelf for two months during lockdown that probably have a Gordian knot in place of a root system.
2. This is a spergy Seattleite thing to make fun of them for, but this is a city that prides itself on urban gardening. You literally cannot walk for more than thirty minutes in any neighborhood without tripping over at least one community garden that some local has turned into his tomato farm. Which means there are tons of examples for how to do successful urban gardening, namely, keeping everything planter-based and not using the actual soil of the city or just dumping potting mix over grass like a sped.
This garden is six blocks south of their farm. There's like four more in the general vicinity and dozens more in the overall city. If these are true & honest residents of my city, then they've managed to walk past successful examples of urban gardening day after day and even surface-level things about the aesthetic like "elevate everything in planters" didn't sink in.
So they're either idiots, advanced level shut-ins. or they aren't from the city. Or, most likely, a combination of all three.