Slow and steady is the name of the game ...not usually my style, but I’m enjoying the hard physical
labour of lifting and carting rocks and soil, the fact that I don’t need to be
perfectly precise with my technique (I do however occasionally check my work
with a spirit level), the fact that the end product is something we will need
and use, and also the artistic element involved in aligning each stone.
My progress is also limited by Petra’s sleeping habits and
Sebastian’s tolerance. I am only able to
work while Petra sleeps and while Sebastian is enjoying playing Construction Sites with me. He likes to bring loads of soil from my sand
pile with his Tonka Truck for placement between the stones. Occasionally I find he has done some stone
placement of his own. He’ll never know I
remove and replace most (all) of his efforts.
So life on Mt French is good. We work, eat, swim and dream of how it will
all come together some day. I suspect it
will be an ongoing works for a loooong time, if not forever, but any feelings
of apprehension about moving here have dissolved into the past. It just feels right... and I can’t help but
notice echoes of our time in El Valero in these warm and woozy summer days.
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