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The first tomatoes are brought indoors to redden a bit faster on a tray. I had some on my breakfast sandwich this morning. Needless to say - the homegrown stuff taste very special! Yesterday I harvested and boiled the first beet roots. And had them with crumbled goat cheese and fresh thyme.
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John nowadays feels like an old friend of the family!
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I recently found out that he died at the age of 90 in 2004 and this is the obituary of his interesting life in the Guardian:
" ...at the age of 20, he moved to South Africa, where he managed a sheep farm, worked in a copper mine and joined the government veterinary service.He spent much time with Bushmen, whose assured hunter-gatherer lifestyle in a semi-desert environment profoundly influenced his thinking; he said that they took from nature only as much as they needed for survival. He came to realise that much of human knowledge and culture is an ancient inheritance, and not primarily the product of urban progress."
Full text here.
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Well. Hmm--
I haven´ t made even fragments of what he suggests for the garden in September. But I know he will smile in his heaven at this. The books are undemandingly written with so much humor that it will be oozing down to generations poking in their soils long after he is gone..
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