Kangaroo skull and native violetsIn which inept but enthusiastic efforts are made to grow food in the suburbs of Sydney with a minimum of collateral damage.  As Gramsci says, “Pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will”.  Or in the words of Buzz Lightyear:  “That’s not flying.  That’s falling with style.”

Where does my backyard end… at the bottom of the garden?  In Berowra Creek, or out in the Hawkesbury estuary? The bats, the birds and the bees don’t pay much attention to property boundaries, so neither will I!

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    • Thanks Brenda! I love the idea of permaculture – in reality I think it is trickier than it seems! But the trickiness at my place is because of the many critters and their interactions with food plants, and that’s a marvellous as well as annoying thing. Who can really be irritated at gorgeous satin bowerbirds eating your kiwifruit or bean leaves? You’d have to be pretty churlish! And it is a terrific place for kayaking as well!!

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