B.E.L. Post # 175
This morning the Abbey called once more, and I was fortunate to have Melissa and Jesse by my side as our little crew ventured forth.
Upon arriving, I guided Melissa to continue breathing life into the land through irrigation, tending to the thirsty earth and young growth that patiently await each drink. Meanwhile, Jesse took to the junkpole panel that I had framed up the day before, filling it in piece by piece as though weaving together part of the Abbey’s wooden tapestry.
While their good work carried on, I journeyed to the other side of the Abbey’s front entrance where the old wire fencing had long stood guard. With tools in hand and purpose in heart, I carefully brought it down, making way for something sturdier and more fitting for this evolving place. In its stead, I raised two posts standing 9 feet apart like quiet sentinels, and began the satisfying task of framing them together.
After lunch, the day’s tale carried me alongside JR, and together we returned to the Abbey to continue work upon the backdoor. With steady hands and shared determination, we came ever so close to completing it, watching another chapter of the Abbey slowly emerge from timber, effort, and teamwork.
It was one of those days where each task felt like adding another verse to the Abbey’s growing story — the water flowing, the panels filling, the posts rising, and the doors slowly finding their place.