Lughnasa Waning Artemis Moon
Easton and Ray, both soon to be seniors at Andover High, worked this morning, moving wood chips, laying them down on the paths Kate and I cleared of weeds yesterday. Both fit and energetic they kept at it, moving 9 cubic yards of wood chips with a wheel barrow. That’s minus the maybe one cubic yard I moved to mulch some parts of the further away vegetable patch. The orchard looks great and completes a job started by Kate a few weeks ago, one she saw through to a beautiful conclusion. The orchard looks its best ever. Right after Ecological Gardens finished the installation now 3 years ago, it looked pretty good, but the trees were small and the plants in the guilds around them were also young. Now the trees have begun to bear fruit, the guild plants have matured and the place looks like a real orchard. Pictures tomorrow.
Working alongside the boys made me oddly competitive. I wanted them to see me as an old man who could really work. Not quite sure where this came from but it felt like the aging bull moose in the presence of young, high testosterone males. Instinctive rather than even subconscious. It passed, though.
Now, after a day and a half of physical labor, I’m weary, in need of a nap.