|Looking west, downslope behind the house.|
But it's May, and spring has done its rapid work. The air is rich, luxuriant - not hot, or humid. Breezes feel like delayed guests, stronger for having labored through arboreal mazes.
Now we drop to our knees to build up compost. Weeds need pulling, grass cutting, and overhead branches cut back: a bonus of verdure, continuous green heaps for the three compost stacks.