In between bouts of writing Cedar and I go to our Big Backyard; while she runs around after rabbits I begin to clear alder and hawthorn and scrubby spruce from the hill where we will build. The hardwoods are tinged with yellow-ochre and red, their leaf buds only waiting for a warm rain before the trees open the palms of their million hands… and wave.
what a beautiful backyard! i’m a little bit jealous. glad to see you have got this up and running. consider me your first subscriber!