Day 186
Sharla and I scythed and gathered up lots of mullein and sweet clover and spread it on the
hugel berms all over Ava. Since there were still tons of tiny seeds in the heads of these plants, it was like a simultaneous planting and mulching. And since the very process of gathering the seedy mulch involved lots of shaking, we probably planted several thousand times as many plants as we took. How's that for sustainably stacking functions?
The time on the rental ex is up, but we're not quite done with all the things for which we need an excavator. Fortunately, Tim Barker was able to repair the Millennium Falcon, I drove Rex onto the giant trailer, and Jesse drove it all down to basecamp. Once there I got right to work finishing up those berms along the driveway and around the parking lot.
Everything just feels so very autumnal lately, what with the larches and all the other deciduous growies changing colors. Here's a little poem I wrote about this time of year:
Leaves the color of fire, nature's reminder,
First frosty whisper of winter urges haste, warns of daylight's waste,
Seasons unsympathetic towards the unprepared.