Earlier today, I loaded up another truck load of branches and hauled them off to Lane Forest Products. Most of our neighbors burn the branches and other debris from their property, but we’ve chosen to do what we did in town–haul it off to be recycled into mulch. The branches I’m gathering up came down during the winter, or rotted in the creek, or were cut to make room for the power lines coming into the house. I dream of a day when the bulk of this stuff is gone and my task will simply be to gather up what’s fallen. This, perhaps, is wishful thinking!
I pass Lane Forest Products every day as I drive to and from work. In the morning, in particular, the giant mulch piles look wonderfully rich and steamy as the stuff of life gets recycled into new life. It’s satisfying to know that a bit of our Greeningwood is making a tiny contribution to the steamy, mulchy greening that I breathe deeply of as I head off to the house of healing.
