There is more work to be done. This is the summer of there is more work to be done. I typed that and then thought, there is always more work to be done. If I were a deer or a fox, or even a coyote I would see this as I climbed the hill after jumping over the stone wall at the back of the property. And approached the garden. Those two trees, a dogwood and a flowering cherry, I decided they need to go. And also the sumac to the right of them. Too much shade on the grapes growing on the fence there that is hardly visible. This will clear the slope and give us a clear view to the deep forest beyond the stone wall. And improve air flow, reducing insects and mildew in this place where it rains almost every day. I began making paths last winter. As the weather cools, we will continue in a more deliberate way to make ways through the woods. Probably following the stone wall boundaries. There is still wire fencing to be attached to the wood frame but I am still planning and clearing and the spaces are handy for now. The composting system is being moved outside the fence, something more elaborate for this most important of all activities for now. And a cold frame is needed. We can build one of those. with the leftover scrap wood and a piece of glass. My Idaho brother, the botanist, has done a long successful study growing greens all winter long. I will share details about that at another time.
Sanity. In Sympathy with Place.
Because until now I have just not been listening.
When I make these recordings lately, I notice that I never really end up saying what I think of saying when I begin, but still I get the thoughts out eventually. Still it is hard to share some thoughts really, there is still some fear in me. sanity still
I am healing. My pain has diminished. My knees are stronger. I struggled with not knowing a solution. Until I remembered Dad saying. Just relax. Start there. Anxiety is your biggest enemy. Want less and move more. Do the work of understanding your limitations.
An amazing Moon. I saw a coyote move through this morning. Limping. And I can feel the season changing.