The newly established clearing, at the top of the driveway, that we have found ourselves with, is dangerously close to quicksand levels. E actually lost the sole of his boot into the depths of the mud and yesterday I was close to needing a rope tow out.
I had been digging a bit of a trench to help drain the large puddles when I started to sink. It is clear now that all of the nearby island cliffs drain on to this level of our property. Seems to me that I will have little trouble growing trees on this new space.
I can’t keep calling it the new space, the scene of the fire, or top of the driveway. We need to name it. It used to be called the playground because it had both a trampoline and a swing set, but they are gone.
E has begun work on the new generator shed. Building from scratch is a lot more fun than renovating. There is a lot of humming and singing going on as he is enjoying the project.
E and I have been carrying around a street sign for thirty odd years, which I think we should hang on a tree in the new clearing. When I update you with the progress as we deal with the mud, and reclaim the land with plants and trees, I will be referring to the new area as the crescent
Growing up, as I did, in the sixties, watching Gilligan’s Island, I was left with the impression that there would be a lot more issues with quick sand than I have, until now had to deal with
as an adult.