29th September 2022
We were awoken by the sound of tree branches being fed into a chipper. It is a horrible noise that signals the death of a tree. It was a sunny morning, I hurriedly got dressed and rushed outside to put the bins out.
The wild turkeys were out in force pecking furiously at seeds in our wild flower garden.
They didn’t seemed bothered by the workers chewing up the poor tree as they gathered in larry’s front yard.
I continued working on my few projects, the kitchen cabinet, and a small oak dresser that I had stripped back to raw wood.
I had another distraction that I wanted to pursue. Dhama has began to dig in the asparagus bed, and since I removed the temporary fence there has been nothing to stop her.
It came to me in a dream, for some reason I was building a low fence out of some scrap timber. To most people it doesn’t sound very exciting or challenging, but I had to pursue it.
I found the timber around the side of the house. Funnily enough it was from a fence I removed a couple of years ago that was in the same area as the new one will go. So one could say “you should have left it there”.
I checked the quantity of wood pieces, and devised the cutting list, and it might be just enough.
So I set about cutting, notching and assembling a sample, and as far as I can remember it was pretty close to the one in my dream, now another three sections to make.
Another Lifetime to go 