Mar-wahg

The manfriend y yo got married recently at the Knoxville Botanical Gardens and Arboretum. It was real nice, and the only day that week that it didn't rain. I credit my mother and the tribe of Episcopalian women she rallied to petition the Lord on our behalf.

Now to return to our normal lives: pay bills, buy groceries, move my studio, finish the Bonnaroo banner, and try to stay cool.

Bonnaroo, which wrapped up six days before the wedding, was something else. I'm glad to have seen it, but I don't think I'll need to go back for a while. You can see photos of our bamboo installation and trade project here.

Last day haiku

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Unwashed masses walk.
I breathe in the dust and crud:
Wake early coughing.




Flee to the mountains:
Solitude, showers, birds, and
Waffle House breakfast.




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Bannaroo haiku

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Sun rises early
As do our chatty neighbors.
Oh, bacon and eggs.


Blazing sun bears down.
We limp toward the creek's sweet shade.
Returning renewed.


Bamboo walls go up.
Young volunteers come to help.
This is youth city.


More perhaps when the festival starts. Our neighbors talk a lot about breakfast, blessings, and the body, but I suppse they had to listen to our late night chatter. People living in close quarters learn much about each other.

Cooking With Gas

More images from working with bamboo in the Birdhouse backyard. We've now got 20 fence panels, each 4' x 7', waiting to be filled in with bamboo strips. We'll drive to Manchester on Monday.

I hope to get part of our banner/flag sewn this morning. So much to do.























Joan demonstrates bamboo splitting. For larger pieces, we use a machete and a hammer.





















Lauren and Jessica prepare to sort and clean bamboo. Each piece gets scrubbed with biodegradable soap before being cut or split and fastened into the fence.