A permaculture consultant, Carter Tracy, came by and walked with us: taught us to walk the perimeter with soft eyes, to observe for the first year before doing anything.
As much as I love and prefer being, not doing—well let’s just say I failed that first assignment.
We had seen a buck stand and look at us, the first night we were here, from right in the middle of the kitchen garden we were about to plant. It was almost as if he said, I heard you folks are planting a garden here! Cool!
If we’d observed that observation, we might have thought, okay, so let’s build a fence, then plant the garden. It was June 12th already, though, and we were very excited to finally be landing on our earth.
Two years, one season, and one moon later, the days are getting shorter, the garden is in its profligate decline, and the lengthening nights are ripening for storytelling.
Oct. 10, 2017