is here http://www.geofflawton.com/fe/...
I think you may have to sign up to see it, but it may work either way (I am signed up on my computer automatically)
He shows an urban food forest in California, some pretty cool use of land.

http://permaculturenews.org/20...

Hi Grizzlyjoe! I was coming with the same link.

Critics often say, what's permanent about permaculture. Here is part of the answer.

p.s. I know from early experiments here in Alabama, jujube is a long lived tree. Some planted in the 1830s are still bearing fruit here.

It is an eerie site to see, to tromp through abandoned orchards with the fruit trees still bearing, the fruit not picked, and for whatever the reason the owners and designers of the property not there to see the wonder of what they have created. I have seen abandoned avacado orchards and orange groves in San Diego, Ca., and family orchards with pears, grapes, figs, and pomegranates on condemned farmlands in S. Carolina. One day I came across a Tennessee Valley Authority backhoe whacking a pear tree and capturing the falling pears in the worker's hard hats. This was in Franklin Co., in NW Alabama. The old grandma, sitting on the front porch, was cheering them on. I stopped for a chat, and she gave me her recipe for pear preserves--made every year from the harvest of that same Kefir pear tree.

I guess it is all a reminder that when you plant a food forest, it is for generations to come. It makes us a part of our own history.

I've been really trying to get my kids involved in all the planting (especially the trees) so that as he grows he can watch all the stuff he planted grow with him. We've only been working the land for a year and a half but I already feel a great connection with it. I'm hoping as the kids grow and come back they will have the same connection

grizzzlyjoe. I remember when I first got to Alabama I talked to an old gentleman farmer. He told me how he used to plow his garden with a mule and put the baby in the cavity of a hollow tree while he worked. As we talked, there was the hollow tree still and son Charlie lived up the road with his own family. How many times had the grand children heard the story of that hollow tree as they helped their grandfather plant, tend, and harvest whatever grew in that garden.

Do they remember, yes they do, in their inner most being.