Tomorrow. Tomorrow an excavator arrives in this clearing. Tomorrow is the start of one gigantic step forward on a journey that has so far felt like so many, many small steps. We’ve been waiting for it, it was delayed, and now that it’s actually here we feel a bit frantic. Are we ready? Did we do and think of everything we could, everything we needed to before things literally start getting set in stone tomorrow?
We’ll find out soon enough…
The past several weeks have certainly been full of planning and prepping for it, along with parenting, planing, planting… Full, full days, sometimes overwhelming, but more often bubbling up an overflowing feeling of excitement about what we are in the midst of: seeing what we’ve all imagined…
…starting to materialize (this one a melanie-caden-aria original).
We moved sawdust to the edge of the clearing until finally sawdust mountain was relocated for later use. And then one day the mill was gone, leaving behind its sawdust shadow and stacks of wood.
Off to live with the family we own it with who generously let us keep it here for a year and a half while we milled what we needed for the wooden yurt.
It has been replaced by a new machine to help with the last stretch of getting the trees from our clearing reincarnated into our home: a planer.
Wow does a planer make a lot of shavings… One might think after months of playing with sawdust and wood chips that our children would barely take notice of shavings. Not so.
We’ve also been moving wood chips, lining the garden (!) with them. Finally something that stops the nightly slug trail out of the forest and into the garden buffet. Tonight I found myself feverishly moving just a bit more of the cedar pile that lies right in the way of the excavator path, even as I realized how ridiculous it is to worry about this given that we still have two more gigantic piles that are not in the way, and towering piles of slabs that can be turned into even more wood chips. Just don’t want to waste them. 🙂
We’ve spent a lot of time walking around where the yurt will go, trying to visualize this rendering Mike created:
by laying out an army of sticks to mark posts, wood slabs to stand in for a counter, stones for furniture, etc… And walking around trying to gauge if it feels right.
Needless to say, it takes a whole lot of imagining. One way or another we needed to stick that stake in the ground and say THIS is the center of the yurt and start triangulating measurements so pipes can be laid out accordingly in the next few days.
There has also been operation “Save the Moss (and lemon hearts and violets, etc.)” from the coming excavator treads, leading to a far less detail-needy new gnome home.
Perhaps the violet-saving was a bit silly, like tonight’s woodchip scurry, given that this clearing is completely covered with them. I think it was the delight of seeing them appear all on their own, one after the other this spring that makes it hard to see them go, even as I’m so eager for the next incarnation of this hillside.