This tree supervised while I created a rectangle with 4×4’s. Now I need to dig little holes under the six pillars so I can make the rectangle level, and then I can mount my “studio” (storage tent) on the rectangle. This will be a much stronger anchor than just boards on the ground, as it had been anchored before. [daily log: walking, 4km]
This tree (well, it’s not so much a tree as a small piece of a tree that became detached from a pointy stick of arboreal provenance) spent three days embedded in my thumb, without my realizing it. But it started to hurt and I pulled it out, somewhat painfully. I have placed it next to a dime for scale. [daily log: walking, 2km]
I step out onto the north balcony.
The railing is covered with rime.
The sun had set hours ago.
Clear nights here mean cold nights.
They mean scattered frost.
I see a duck:
Here are some of the words I have used;
they present themselves to you all
for your consideration;
they might not be so clear,
and they might lack flow;
in halts and starts,
This tree has been killed and processed, the better to serve as the flooring (deck) of my treehouse. Also, I bought some wood to frame out a new “foundation” for my storage tent, since it got unmounted by high winds last week.
I hooked up the heavy-duty trailer, and Art and I drove into town on a special trip so I could spend some of my hard-earned gift-store salary on materials for my treehouse project. It was a lot of work, and harder to drive the potholey road with a loaded trailer. [daily log: walking, 3.5km]
This tree was witness to the fact that my “studio” (a plastic storage tent structure) had been subjected to high winds and therefore dislodged from its moorings.
I spent some time putting rocks and logs on parts of the “feet” to hold it in place temporarily, but will need to reengineer the base of it. Meanwhile, I got distracted sorting the dirt in my greenhouse, because I want to temporarily store some of the things from the studio up in the green house. [daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Last winter at this time, the cold hummed.
It tasted trees and wrought sparkles.
It made the road as cool glass.
This winter's song's distinct.
It sends endless storms.
It layers rain