A still, sunny Sunday raised all our spirits. The children fetched their bikes and skateboards, excited dogs and the cat weaving chaos all around. I made the most of a ‘leaf day’, weeding raised beds of salads and kale, and Jim, anticipating a cool evening, carted logs up from the woodshed.
The green roof that covers that shed is a tapestry of emerald green mosses and heather-purple sedums that take it in turn to predominate according to the season and rainfall. At least seven years old now, the roof receives negligible maintenance, just a sprinkling of the biodynamic preparations and an annual top-dressing of seaweed. Occasionally I tug out an evening primrose or dandelion seedling, but there is so little nutrition available, that weeds can only reach pathetic proportions, and are unable to compete.
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