What) The Underground Gardens were the life-long devotion and hobby of Baldassare Forestiere, a Sicilian immigrant who came to America in 1901 to escape the iron rule of his wealthy father and pursue his own dreams.  The Gardens are a subterranean complex of patios, grottoes, and garden courts interconnecting with passageways that encircle the living quarters of the self-taught artist and builder who sought to escape the brutal heat of Fresno summers. Forestiere patterned his underground world after the ancient catacombs, which he so admired as a boy. Arches and passageways dominate the underground landscape while the stonework provides stability and beauty.  But unlike the dark catacombs that protected the remnants of the lifeless, Forestiere designed well-lit courtyards and grottoes to bring forth the radiance and vitality of life.

    No plans were put on paper; each room and passageway originated in Forestiere’s mind as he went. With the simple tools of a farmer—a pick, a shovel, and a wheelbarrow—the young immigrant dug, chipped, and carved the unforgiving hard pan land for 40 years in his spare time.  By the time he was 44 years-old, he had excavated and planted over 10 acres. But the humble immigrant’s genius did not stop there.  Incredibly, Forestiere planted multiple varieties of fruit-bearing plants at different underground levels.  Oranges, lemons, grapefruits—many on a single tree—as well as more unusual varieties like kumquat, loquat, jujube, strawberry, quince, and dates could be easily plucked from the surface by simply bending down.  Wine and table grapes also grace this sanctuary, and dangle lusciously in great clumps every-where---truly an oasis in a modern-day desert of pavement.

    Where) 5021 West Shaw Avenue    Admission $12   1-559-271-0734 (1)

    Why) Seemingly, the combination of a life long artistic work with a variety of unusual plants should be enough to satisfy the Bucky desires of both Pam and myself.  Unfortunately, we had to drive through on a winter weekday so we could only take pictures through the fence.









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The roof of the house looks more like an empty field.









The entrance to the house is down this path.





This is one of the sights we could have seen.  This place remains a Buckys for me. (1)