from seedling to MILLED SLAB
IT WAS JULY, 1982. We’d been on our permaculture adventure for four years. Ten acres of bare paddock were slowly taking shape into the design we’d adopted a couple of years before. We owed a neighbour a favour for deep ripping our block with his tractor, and one afternoon over a few bottles of excellent home brew, we discussed various aspects of this new fangled permaculture idea.
“I’d like to plant a crop of Christmas trees,” he said,“and I’m
