My third summer on the mountain is ending and this is what a big chunk of my garden looks like. Obviously I have not spent a lot of time in there. If I don't cut a path through it, by the end of the summer my garden is impenetrable particularly because the Clematis virginiana literally ties it all together. I have been planting things and pulling a few weeds now and again. It just needs more input.
If you could have seen me slowly, methodically and with measured precision climbing the ladder on the back wall of the cabin, no doubt a certain South American forest creature would come to mind. As I attached myself to the wall and hung there, gingerly reaching in to the tool belt for the next implement needed to place trim around the window and add another row of siding you might wonder if I was taking a nap up there.
No I was very precisely lining my nest.
The new decking and stoop roof have made working on this side so much more pleasant. It has not sped things up however. I work slower suspended in mid air. I wonder if I can finish this side without the scaffolding?
If only I could float like a butterfly or fly like a bee.
Then my garden could look more like these. Just a bit more organized.
There might even be time to do something with all the apples that fall from the trees.
No worries. The siding is very close to being done.
A few more days, another week maybe. I do need that scaffolding. How little I will need it is the question as I reach slowly for everything within reach.