We started, as I've mentioned here before, by hacking away the sagebrush. In retrospect, that was the easy part, although it's probably good that I didn't know that at the time. And that grass, oh my God, the grass. That stuff has incredibly deep roots, and it's hard to even see where it all is. I'd think I'd gotten most of it but then I'd notice - oops, here's a spot, there's a spot. And have to drag the mattock out again.
I got to a point with it where I just wanted to do something, anything to feel like I was making progress, so even though the site was still all lumpy and sloped, I put my center stakes in for the two main domes, and tied rope to them, which I had premeasured to the radius of each dome. Then I drew out the circles and marked them with orange chalk powder. Somehow seeing it laid out like that cheered me and gave me a new sense of momentum and energy to go back to dealing with the clearing/leveling process.
|Doesn't look like much, but believe me, this represents hours and hours of hard work.|
Anyway, in the past few days I've managed, with Graeme's help, to churn up what was left of the grass (I think, I hope) in the circle of the main dome. And since then, I've been shoveling and raking and shoveling and raking to redistribute the soil from the highest places in the circle to the lowest. It's getting there, although I hesitate to say, "I'm almost done," as I've said that before and then been disappointed when I realized I wasn't anywhere near.
But out of all this - this long drawn out building process and readjusting my entire life to living in a bus and doing all my work at a cafe and hauling heavy things like water and dirt around and dealing with dead rodents my cat brings in and watching the enormous moon rise full over the little lights of Taos spread out and waking in the middle of the night to seven cows surrounding the bus and spectacular skyscapes daily and on and on - dare I say it - I've developed patience.
I'm not in a hurry anymore. The house will be done when it's done, and in the meantime, I have land to enjoy and a bus I'm in love with and a lifestyle that fits me like my favorite pair of jeans.
|driving home in a rainy sunset|
|Graeme's the pot of gold|
|Sky. Two Peaks. Bus. Oh yes.|