We want to encourage as many people as possible to grow the seeds and if possible, to save some seeds from what they have grown.

Not only does it develop strains that suit our growing conditions, it also maintains bio-diversity, saves us money and keeps food production local and secure.

Join our facebook group to connect with local growers in your community and to get help to grow food and save and share seeds and seedlings.

 

The moon's fingers rest on ocean floors

with the sun's stethoscope, tattooed clock

on a mermaid's back-ticking irreversible

transfiguration, she whispers fake news

to the ocean about an ark being transported

on an angel's back. A deity's eyes turn to

glass letters from pages fall through cracks,

a planet perspiring doesn't recognise class.

Sphinx for hire is juggling fire-the hands of a

planet reach out of flames-sphinx's tears of gold

slip through fingers.

 

Last reflection of the sun caught in the dying eyes

of a polar bear reaches history's shivering mirror-

rising tides cannot extinguish a frozen sun, waters

will arrive at the threshold of startled eyes to impart

the cold dread of being nature's prey. Wearing the pelt

of a polar bear the moon hunts for sceptics painting

clouds blue to deny rain is real as believers kneel listening

to a voiceless earth.