Adelaide is hungry for home-grown food!

WOW! What a day. About 60 people through our little suburban home garden in three hours this afternoon for International Permaculture Day (and that’s on top of lots of folks stopping to chat at the Marion Market stall this morning)… THANK YOU!

It is a real privilege to be able to share the pleasure of home food growing with others who are taking a similar journey. We were lucky enough to host old friends, new acquaintances, local and farther-afield visitors, all with an interest in growing their own food, overcoming the challenges of their patch, and building resilient communities. It means a lot to me that so many people would take time out of their busy lives to seek out this experience and information… it means that people living in our suburbs have a hunger to grow their own food and to have a positive impact on their natural environment.

A real highlight was the level of interest in Permaculture Design, and in case anyone missed a mention of it, The Food Forest is SA’s hotspot for Permaculture teaching and learning! Get on the blower to Annemarie and Graham Brookman if you are even vaguely contemplating doing a Permaculture course, as their Introduction to Permaculture is offered when sufficient numbers are registered.

So, grown-ups toured the garden, kids played in the cubbyhouse, a certain small child (ours) ran amok with water-filled rubber gloves, we dug in search of comfrey roots and tasted home-grown honey, felt how organic matter turns dirt into into soil, sampled ripe persimmons and pumpkin scones made with the Jap pumpkin whose prolific vine cooled the roots of the citrus trees just a few months ago, met a few neighbours we didn’t know and marvelled that in the space of a year we had gone from one lone visitor to about 60 for a simple look around the garden. Wow. There really is something going on out there.

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