Samain Moving Moon
Kate’s off at the Third Bird, a Minneapolis restaurant, with the ladies who lunch, a last meal together. I’ll have my last presentation at Groveland on Sunday, then the last Woolly meeting as a Minnesota resident on Monday night at the Nicollet Island Inn.
These moments are no longer a ways in the future. They are now. This house is a temporary skin, one we’re ready to molt. Someone else will harvest the garlic crop in the ground. Someone else will plant the raised beds next year and harvest the apples, cherries, plums, blueberries.
Meanwhile we’ll be considering how to keep the bears out of the honey and how to grow vegetables at all at 8,800 feet. And opening boxes.