Did you know that turkeys literally start showing up around Thanksgiving? Didn’t see them all Summer, and now they’re here everyday, looking tasty. Something makes them bolder and get quite close. The fact that culture and tradition were shaped by environmental cycles was completely lost on me as a city dweller. Maybe it didn’t help that I lived in places where that culture had been imported not in accordance with the environment, I’ve never seen wild turkeys in Utah.
Winter’s late, this has a silver lining in that we have extra time to wrap up the previous season. It’s a lot of work going from Fall to Winter. I finished building both additions, roofing took far longer than expected, it was really 3 small roofs with many angles, and I used the nice weather to go through a backlog of fascia & soffit detail work. The angles on the bay window were very hard to make work. I didn’t do a great job at making things look perfect, but I know they’re solid and weather tight so I don’t feel too bad.
I love being up there
Nicole dug up the potatoes, the onions, a little more of everything every year. Garlic was planted, all routine like construction now.
No apples this year either, the wild trees seem to produce a decent crop only every other year. I scored several dump trailer loads of horse manure from the horse property next door. They don’t want it and I help them with backhoe projects in exchange, total win-win. With the mountain of wood chips we got last Winter, we’re feeling wealthy with resources. We go fetch leaves from the forest to add green matter to the manure.
Esther’s surprisingly efficient bunny hop technique
It all gets added and mixed into the manure, along with some ash, and some chips why not?
Robin’s building another treehouse, they get a little better every time. I let him use screws for this one. I hope I’ll have time enough to build a real nice one with him before he looses that little boy energy. I unfortunately cannot do all the things I want to do.
All routine, all perfect, may they never grow up, and may we never grow old.
The angles were very hard to get right, it’s not perfect but I did pretty good.
Trashed construction clothes are practical while rigging the double pulley to hoist subflooring.
This will be a quirky tiny room with a great view, both kids claimed it as their own.
