Response to Amigo Bob
I am one of the grandchildren of your generation. One who grew up on the skeleton of an old farm, with her faded barns telling the story of an age gone by. No longer did we harvest lumber, but the mill was still there. No longer did we plant rows, but the horse drawn plows were still there. In an age when men began investing in heavy equipment and chemicals, my great-grandfather made a decision. We would not participate in this type of farming, we were going to do something else. Continue reading Amigo Bob Response and a Reflection on the Permaculture Principles