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Rachel here, reporting on an increasingly chilly week. When the frost was imminent
and folks had brought in their remaining peppers and tomatoes, I heard more than
one gardener express relief that the growing season was coming to a close. I,
for one, couldn't eat any more okra. And the frost tipped autumn leaves the morning
of the first hard frost were beautiful.
The cold nights have sometimes been accompanied by surprisingly warm days and
a flurry of activity. Kurt has started up work on the Milkweed Mercantile again
and they have finished the sub-floor of the second story. Dan has been insulating
the house he moved from Red Earth Farms last week with some light clay straw.
He also found the house a little too small and took off the entire front wall
to move it out and enclose the porch. Ironweed had a well-attended plaster stomping
as part of their push to finish their earthen floor.
While the adults have been scurrying around constructing buildings and cutting
firewood, the kids have taken to hanging out on the pile of wood we created
when we cut the branches off our large dying elm. I have heard them call it
the castle and the fort. It's nice to see the tree that has been central to
our community take on a second life, before it comes to its final end heating
our common house.
We adults know how to have fun, too. Many of us were awed by the feats of Cirque
du Soleil on the big screen. And several folks went to Kirksville to take part
in a Halloween Critical Mass bike ride, complete with costumes. I hear turnout
and morale was high, despite the rain.
Perhaps most fun was the naming party for the person formerly known as Amy
Carleton. People who show up and have a duplicate name often choose a different
name to reduce confusion. The Carletons provided snacks and drinks, everyone
else provided suggestions for a new name and Bear seemed to be running the show.
Fun was had by all as we whittled several dozen names down to a few excellent
names for Amy to choose from. We all waited anxiously for the announcement,
promised the next day at our weekly meeting. And we were surprised to hear she
had chosen Meadow, after reading a poem using the word, even though it had not
been on the list.
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