Kate and I will head over to Beisswingers in a few minutes. The lawn tractor has had a checkup, gotten set up for winter storage and had its blades sharpened. It will go in the machine shed, the one back on the wood’s edge.
After that, we will start laying the black plastic. I cleared the area of standing weeds, trees and brush over the last three weeks. I want to get the plastic down before it snows.
Though by my reckoning we’ve been in Holiseason since Samhain, the pace does pick-up between Thanksgiving and New Years. A real holimonth filled with Holy Days. The sacred puts itself before us in so many ways over the next few weeks.
The article I posted yesterday from the magazine Orion points to a key locus of the sacred: home. At some point over the weekend I’m going to post some thoughts about home and ge-ology.