Photo courtesy London Permaculture at Flickr
Friday’s estimate of two hours for the garden turned out to be fifteen minutes to mow the front sward, dispensing with shaggy grass and dead stems in one pass with a mower set high. Very pleasing, but somehow the loafing area had accumulated a winter’s worth of entropy. I came out even on time, but the schedule went through the looking glass.
While I was wresting leisure space from chaos yesterday, my pard was marinating a pork tenderloin to barbeque as a salt-free substitute for bacon. After the fire died down to cooking coals, I pruned an organically managed apple tree and added short lengths of green wood to the fire. The pork was wickedly delicious. We get as much value out of apple wood as from the fruit itself.
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