Foster Road farm sign

Farm Journal

Thoughts and images from life at Foster Road

 

Entry: September 9, 2009

 

Debris Mountain

There’s nothing green about this project at this point and it’s painful. In a more perfect universe I could have taken the house apart gently and most of it could have been reused. But on this planet, Clark’s crew are wreckers. And I’m the pain in the backside romantic owner going on about each lovely old board and hand-cut nail.

 

I’m sure after years of this work, it’s all just junk and not worth the time. In fairness, time is expensive and my budget didn’t allow for a careful deconstruction. But it feels like the fast-food option, easy, cheap, and unhealthy when somewhere there’s a salad that would have cost the same. (You won’t find many sports analogies in these pages but plenty of foody-gardening ones.)  

 

Habitat for Humanity Restore is coming by today to take away anything they can resell. It’s a nod toward the better path. Clark has run many truckloads out to the dump, excuse me, transfer station. But we’re finally crying uncle and paying for a dumpster so we can git'er done. That would be the triple chocolate milkshake to go with the burger and fries.