Last week’s stone gathering was harsh work in a tranquil setting. The side-hill that I harvest loose stone from is a mile into the woods up a steep trail. Until the Clark’s and I invaded the scene with loading and transport equipment it was peaceful wilderness. A working landscape, by definition, must tolerate periodic disruptions. The stone I collect from the property will keep me supplied in dry stone construction materials for two years, building things like the barbecue table I made for my friends Peter and Phyllis. Saturday evening’s cookout at their place was as delicious as the sky was dramatic.

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