Every forest garden begins the same way - with a patch of rough grass and a decision about how to turn it into living soil. Here is how we go about it: by hand, and in no great hurry.
Before a single plant goes in, spend a season watching. Where does the sun fall, and where does the frost sit late into the morning? Which corner holds water through the winter, and which bakes dry by June? Dig one hole and read the soil - its colour, its smell, how far down the worms go.
The land will tell you what it wants to grow, if you give it the chance. Nothing here needs rushing. A forest garden is planted for decades, so a few months of watching is time very well spent.
A lawn or a meadow will not simply give way to a planting bed - the turf has to be cleared, or persuaded to let go of the ground. There are three honest ways to do it.
For generations the advice was to dig deep and turn the soil over every year. We have learned better. Beneath the surface lies a whole living fabric - fungal threads, worm burrows, the fine architecture that moves water and carries food to roots - and every turn of the spade tears it apart. Wherever we can, we leave the soil undisturbed and feed it from the top, the way a wood feeds itself with falling leaves.
We do borrow one thing from the old way: its spirit. The wartime call to dig for victory turned lawns and parks over to food, and reminded a whole country that anyone with a patch of ground can grow something worth having. We keep that resolve - and leave the rotavator in the shed.
A forest garden asks for very little once it is going, but at the start it pays to build fertility and open structure. Everything here goes on top, for the worms to take down.
Spread it, and be patient. In a few seasons a tired field becomes dark, open, living earth.
Feed the soil, and it feeds everything else.
Autumn and early winter are the time for all of this. Clear and mulch as the season closes, then let the frost, the rain and the worms do the rest through the cold months. By spring the ground is ready - and so are you.
A meadow is made over years, not weekends, and so is the soil beneath a forest garden. The patience you spend now is repaid every season that follows.