Our dear friend Amey is headed out today. He arrived as a stranger and is leaving as a dear pal. I'm astounded at how frequently that is the case. A shared obsession with permaculture is a strong bond. Having people join the bootcamp for a few weeks often satisfies my urge to travel, the traveling comes to me.
Thanks for all the hard work, enthusiasm, and good conversations Amey. I hope your transition back home is smooth.
I spend a lot of time wrestling logs. Today, I moved 20 logs 2-3 times each. Heavy lifting. Impossibly heavy until I realize that they are frozen to the ground and need a swift kick or a pry bar. Sometimes a log is wet and heavy having only been harvested this fall. Wet logs usually need two people to lift them. Dry logs make satisfying plink sounds when dropped. Freshly peeled logs are sticky. I secretly think some Ponderosa Pine sap smells like apple sauce. It doesn't taste like it though. Each log is unique. I line them up all the same.
Just fermenting and being fermented by life
Location: Federal Way, WA - Western Washington (Zone 8 - temperate maritime)
Sometimes I'm amazed at the amount of sawdust that Dez and I create in a day. When I worked as a carpenter for a conventional remodeling company, all of the byproduct/dust from cutting the building material was poison in the air and to the soil. All of the sawdust I made today will go as mulch on a hugelkultur and feed the soil in my garden.
The light was really beautiful this afternoon. I enjoyed playing with my camera to try and capture some of it.