Tuesday-The contractors came this week, and tore down 2 healthy trees, near the greenhouse, a mulberry and an aelanthus. I watch the squirrels and the starlings every day return to the fallen trunks not knowing which end is up, for nuts or nest. They were torn down, but their roots are strong and they will grow up again.
Thursday--A friend dropped off some donated wood, and I stepped on a very sharp and long nail in the wood. I stepped on a nail after we finished harvesting the rye, that we will mill into wheat for our communion. The last time I stepped on a nail was about 4 years ago, on a good Friday,the Body of Christ, and the piercing, with sickle and the tetnus needle.
I have been meeting some wonderful farmers lately, telling me of their travels and their land, sharing stories of winter rye, and rainbarrels. I have been swept downstream. Since the rain stopped all the farmers I know have been a little sunburnt, quite a bit bothered by a state of surplus mosquitos, and ready and eager to pull the vining weeds of the garden. These seasons make us wiser.
The past week I have been working on the design for the treehouse entrance to the greenhouse. Here is what my friends (Joel and Kate) at Humankind Design have come up with: