Regeneration, not depletion!

"In truth, though, we are losing soil worldwide at an alarming rate. A recent U.N. report warned that Earth could run out of topsoil in the next 60 years if we, as a global society, continue to support its destruction by way of petro-chemical, ecologically abusive agricultural practices. Fortunately, soil can be incredibly resilient and regenerative."

A great article that highlights how we need to move forward in a regenerative, soil building fashion. If we keep going the way we are, we will be royally screwed. The system is skewed, off-kilter and ill-advised.

One of my passions going forward is educating about urban low impact farming, victory gardens, and reclaiming our sovereignty away from a society that is showing it's cracks.

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neighborhood nights

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