My dad used to say, when we ate straight out of the veggie bed after school, ‘Just brush off your hands, wipe the veg on your shirt, and get it into you; that’s the good dirt’. I’m not sure how scientific that was, but we could be found in the garden most days, ‘bandicooting’ whatever looked ready and by dinner time, often already munched down more than our daily 5 serves.

Those memories have stayed with me, and have marinated into the principle I have now for making the most of the water, sun and soil, and the precious time we have to make something of it. It’s often unpretty, usually not like on the blogs, but it is real life and we have already learned a lot. After a decade of sharing tips and helping all sorts of folks, we have finally begun putting it down in words.  The kids, like we did, have eaten a lot straight from the garden. It also means they have been out in it – felt the seasons pass, seen the local wildlife come and go, said howdy to neighbours and gotten their hands dirty too.

This is the good dirt, and we are stoked to share it with you.

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