The not very glamorous work of cleaning up, digging ditches, cutting back, sweeping, fitting a new door on his rock "house" -- there's a Zen element of "chopping wood, carrying water" to all this. Funny, how birch loves to come back into an open space.
It's kind of fun to watch him puttering about, meeting with a surveyor (really a building engineer), having lunch with the priest who lives around the side of the mountain. Now, if he just starts writing "mountain and river" poetry up there, he'll remind me of all those ancient Chinese hermit/poets I love so much.
The priest is a little like those old guys. I like him. A good, knowledgeable neighbor to have -- an ally. Looks like he's been chopping quite a bit of wood himself. What a great way to live. Love all the horticultural info. I'm not a big fan of horse radish or rhubarb, but I'd eat the berries.
The priest is from Austria; the originator of this video from the Netherlands, I gather. More anon.
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