It's not all doom and gloom. This time of year, normal is a seasonal certainty. Pick, bottle freeze or dry. There's jam to make as well as pickles and chutneys. I'm gathering Hazel nuts before our trees get raided by sqirrels. 30 litres of green Hazels so far. 20 litres so far of Red Hazels, we should fill another bucket this evening when it's cooler. Spuds, carrots and peas in store. A few aching back's worth of beans to harvest. Onions and garlic are dry. Fig trees are promising a bumper crop. I still have a couple of hundred leeks to transplant.
Trying to get a "yeah, if he can do it so can we..." reaction. I may never see the results, that's not the reason a man plants a tree near the end of his life. Future generations will benefit, naturally from the work we initiate now. Permaculture garden habitat, sums up briefly what we are about on our little patch of mud. Garden is fast becoming the Ultimate University, if not the Whole Universe.
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