THURSDAY 15 AUGUST 2002:

Summer's flying by. We've been back at Straw Hollow for almost four months now, and we seem to be enjoying every day more than the last. It's a wonderful lifestyle, communing with nature, and pooping in a bucket. The workload we set for ourselves last spring is complete, so it's time to sit back, do some reading and plan for the future. The property is on the market, and although we have mixed feelings about letting Straw Hollow go, we know that it's time to move on.
Believe it or not, it took almost three years to add the finishing touches to the Straw Bale cabin. But it's done... we added the final thin coat of cement stucco to the interior and exterior walls a couple weeks ago. We mixed some pigment to the mix to give the cabin a nice warm look. And we have new eavestroughs and downspouts, too. (They fell off last winter under a heavy, wet snowfall. I guarantee that will not happen again... )
The garden: I know I'm repeating myself AGAIN, but I can't believe I've lived on the planet for 38 years, and only grew veggies for the first time this year. It's so easy, and so rewarding. The taste, the smell, the feel of freshly cut produce can't be beat... salad every day, fresh veggies with every meal, and we seldom have to step foot in the supermarket produce section.
Here's our other straw bale structure of the year. Our straw-bale fire pit . When we poured the concrete base for the yurt, we poured a second, slightly smaller base near the site of our campfire. Then last weekend we added three coats of cement stucco to eight straw bales to make a seating area for up to 16 people. Looks good, huh?
We're getting lots of hits at www.GranolaGroovy.com these days, and the chief area of interest seems to be the Humanure Hut. What at first seems to be a bit outlandish to the uninformed is getting some widespread acceptance.
It's the safe, sensible, eco-friendly thing to do with your poo ...
Spread the word! Spread that manure!

These shots were taken at the best time of day... just after dawn, as the mist rises over the wetland behind Straw Hollow. There's nothing like an early morning cuppa java by the fire-pit, watching the sun rise and listening to the raucous morning bird chorus.
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