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My story joining the Permaculture community

I was alone... In my big house.
My garden was a mess and little did I know that the dream of making it beautiful will bring me to join the Permaculture community in Leicester.

I put a message on Facebook: ''would anyone help me design my garden?''
Someone responded: ''I can, I need to add a design to my portfolio, I can help''

We've met and she told me about the Permaculture course running in my town.
I was taken.
I gave it a go and I met wonderful people there.
My garden transformed, further
My skills and knowledge on how to grow food too.

New Relationships made me evolved.
Few years later, I met Rose from the Crop Club and advised her to join the course too.

All happened for a reason that goes beyond our understanding

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Location: Leicester, UK

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