When I first got up this morning I couldn't wait to get out in the field. Really wanted to see how the energy had changed for the volunteer windrow now that J's successfully removed all the Russian Olive trees that were a serious nuisance. Below is a picture from mid-afternoon yesterday.
The big pile of brush between J and the fire pit seems far less invasive in this form.
This looks so much better and far more to the point the white pines feel so much happier. The invaders from next door were really cramping their collective style. but not anymore!
The picture above is a close view of the group's Speaker. I know this because about a week ago one particular tree sitting slightly apart from the rest began drawing attention to itself. I am the speaker for my group. Usually I'd get this repetitive impression while I was deeply engaged in a garden task that couldn't be stopped mid-stream. Finally we got on the same wavelength.
I am the speaker! The tree's exuberance reminded me of Nancy Pelosi doing that slow smiling turn with the gavel in her hand just after the mid-terms.
There was a slight breeze as you can see above. I had my rattle with me. Moved directly in front of the tree without further fanfare.
"Hello. I, too, am the speaker for my group." I shook the rattle very quietly and then a bit louder. Its tiny white stones moved in a percussive slurry that quickly found its rhythm.
"Out here, where our groups meet their energies and purpose, this rattle is the speaker for your land's dreams and our combined heartbeat."
(to be continued)
how you would meet and greet the windrow - Speaker first - if you approached them from the woods path rather than entering the field from the front or back dooryards.
and these would be the last two of the group to meet and greet if you followed the curve of their colony from one end to the other.