One of the things I like to do with my natural living quest is conduct experiments. In the early days it was creating concoctions in my kitchen using recipes found in books which were sometimes 200 years old.
The kids would come home from school to find me in my kitchen bashing together natural cleaners or old food, as in old-fashioned food like roast beef heart. Pretty soon they learned to grab a snack and leave me to it before I made them sample the delicious beef heart or marvel at my vinegar glass cleaner.
These days you are more likely to find me experimenting with my garden. Last year I became a compost enthusiast, which has me making daily visits to my three compost bins, taking their temperature and tossing in hen and cow poo, seaweed and ash on a regular basis. It would be award-pending compost if there was such a thing as compost awards.
This year it’s all about the wild garden. You could call it rewilding or reweeding or relaxing. All those words describe what I did six months ago. I stopped gardening. I simply left my 8 metre by 4 metre veggie patch to do its thing. I abandoned it and let it go rogue. Much like myself when I moved to the country.
I wanted to
