The produce and the people / Urban farming kids
The produce and the people Today I was taking pleasure in a wheelbarrow full of a dark, moist chocolatey compost; a miracle of microbiological transmogrification. I’m no musician or gifted cook, but I can make a pretty good compost (it’s possibly genetic; my dad is well known for his heaps). Anyway, I was admiring the compost because Alan, our neighbour’s, […]