Morgane Rae is here this week helping me with Flat Fall. She is the perfect assistant: meticulous, hard working, and a
pleasure to be with. We’ve both
learned to use a chainsaw and she is sanding day and night. I fear for her
shoulder, but her stamina reminds me moment by moment that I am sixty and she
is a strong 21. Last night we had help getting the downed limb completely to
the ground from the Knudsons, father and son. They are the best combination of knowledgeable
and game for anything. The process involved a pickup and a winch (which I keep
calling a wench), some speculation and crossed fingers, and a little crashing
and rolling. We were all covered in sawdust, mosquito repellant, sweat, Dorito
dust, and more than a few mosquito bites.
