Day 10. Wednesday, August 11
Fred met us boots in the morning and asked "Are ya ready?" Ready for what? I wondered. My headache from working in the heat the day prior was still with me, so I was feeling a "maybe." Lucky for me, our work on Fred's plot took place in partial shade.
My first assignment was weeding a couple of garden patches. After showing me what not to pull, I rested my knees on the spongy soil covered with leaf mulch and plunged my hands into the tangle of snow berry
roots. After I got Fred's approval on the job I'd done, he showed me over to where he has young apricot and hazelnut
trees growing. Kyle had already been working on mulching around the delicage saplings marked with flags, so I hopped in to do the task in parallel. I admit it was a leisurely pace at which I worked, but I was intrigued by all that Fred had done with his plot thus far. He seemed glad to
answer my questions.
Lunch was Tuesday's Taco fixings. Afternoon was spent at the
greenhouse again. This time, the heat was greuling. I went with Dez and Kyle to gather one final batch of rocks we needed for our dry stack walls. While building, I was much stingier with my
energy. Although I was moving more slowly than the first day, my wall went up at about the same rate. My heat exhaution was obvious to Dez, who gave me assurance that taking breaks in the shade with generous sprays of
water to my face would not be frowned upon.
I deemed the wall complete when I heard Josiah say, "Now he's building a fortress," and I took a step back to see I had built it higher than the
wood of the structure. After backfilling with gravel, covering with dirt and taking turns stomping it underfoot, both the stability and the aesthics met the standards of everyone present, and that was good
enough for me. Then, Josiah gave Kyle and me a
boringproject... We made a hole for a pipe to go through a
straw bale wall plastered with
cob. I was happy to have a task that I could accomplish while sitting in the shade.
For working through the hurt from the heat, I rewarded myself with a stack of delicious huckleberry
pancakes, topped with whipped cream. Through pain, pleasure is made all the more sweet
On back of Doug: