As if the woodash from the burn pile was the parmesan cheese, I sprinkled the eighth layer onto the raised bed. My citywife muscles scream from moving earth, peat moss and mulch for the new gardens, it is a welcome relief to write and think. Bucket by bucket the beds were built from last falls oak leaves, old decomposing straw, cardboard, and newspaper. With little time to “cook” or compost into topsoil the new garden is fluffy and light and ready to receive new permaculture.
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