Our Forest

On Permaculture

I don’t remember when it was that I first came across permaculture. Perhaps, like the conception of a human, there was never an exact moment. Perhaps the point when the sperm entered the egg was in 2011, when I took up a five square metre allotment plot at an organic farm in Hong Kong. I was working weekdays and come weekend, would jump on my white Vespa for the one-hour ride to my tiny garden in the mountains bordering China. I was clueless about farming then, but Nature was forgiving enough to...