Most Thursdays there is a gathering of Tilth folk who come to do some chore or group project here on the Prairie Front between 11 am and 1 pm. Today, a group of four came to prepare a place for the new-to-Tilth garden shed.
The temperature was moderate for winter
The winds gentle
No rain
While Prescott and Michael, and Tom G. and Pete worked the area and laid out the foundation stones for the shed, I shopped for corn chowder ingredients and bread and butter for lunch.
At noon the chowder was simmering and a pot of hot coffee was ready for the crew. Walking out with a tray of mugs and a pot of coffee reminded me of times long past when Eleanor Kumukoa would have made lunch for the farmers on Lunalilo Home Road. I would have been a girl of no more than five at the time.
When I walked up with the tray of mugs and coffee and called, "Coffee break," Michael found something to set up a makeshift table over the wheel barrel. All gathered for the welcomed hot drink. The conversation and bits of information just the kind that comes from the community I desire:
"there is a white buck (deer). it is the color of a yellow lab now." (those weren't Reindeer we spotted at Christmas)
"bow hunting season starts in September."
"deer might be eating the ground cover down ... affecting the birds."
"the coffee can't be too strong for P." (that surprised me, I didn't know she drank coffee)...
Shortly after 1 pm the chowder was ready and the rosemary rolls were heated. JC showed up in impeccable timing and all found a chair under the pavilion roof to enjoy the meal and have continuing good conversation and good humor.
The sun came out while we ate but tucked behind clouds when the south wind came up.
The temperature was moderate for winter
The winds gentle
No rain
While Prescott and Michael, and Tom G. and Pete worked the area and laid out the foundation stones for the shed, I shopped for corn chowder ingredients and bread and butter for lunch.
At noon the chowder was simmering and a pot of hot coffee was ready for the crew. Walking out with a tray of mugs and a pot of coffee reminded me of times long past when Eleanor Kumukoa would have made lunch for the farmers on Lunalilo Home Road. I would have been a girl of no more than five at the time.
When I walked up with the tray of mugs and coffee and called, "Coffee break," Michael found something to set up a makeshift table over the wheel barrel. All gathered for the welcomed hot drink. The conversation and bits of information just the kind that comes from the community I desire:
"there is a white buck (deer). it is the color of a yellow lab now." (those weren't Reindeer we spotted at Christmas)
"bow hunting season starts in September."
"deer might be eating the ground cover down ... affecting the birds."
"the coffee can't be too strong for P." (that surprised me, I didn't know she drank coffee)...
Shortly after 1 pm the chowder was ready and the rosemary rolls were heated. JC showed up in impeccable timing and all found a chair under the pavilion roof to enjoy the meal and have continuing good conversation and good humor.
The sun came out while we ate but tucked behind clouds when the south wind came up.
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