Wednesday, August 27, 1975

We have been enjoying the place. Yesterday we had a second meal of cattails. Betty and I are real enthusiasts. I gathered them for the first time barefoot. We manage to like even what Gus calls "dim[?]tail" the starchy enlargement at the base of the stem. I am also drying crabapples and we're all gobbling peaches, which are just beginning to ripen. This morning we had four nice fish for breakfast. (yesterday we had a dozen or so), one being a 9. 25 inch sucker, golden in color. I am making a "compost' pile or rather "windrow" along the newly discovered hill base garden spot. I tossed dark (organic rich) thick sods from the edge of the floodplain to the garden edge.

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{This is followed by a diagram of the flood plain, slope garden and hill ["Mueller's Mountain"] from the stream to the hill top.

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Presumably these clods contain nutrients, including N in the plant material. Hopefully these will be stored for use next spring in the garden. This resembles practices of the Chinese. As i write this Betty is going to a meeting with Mi Clarkson, a horse breeder. The children are enjoying their tree home and rope. Yesterday I bought a wheelbarrow for $50.

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