

Busy Bees: The Rhythm of a Community
Gregg: “How many?” Child: “Thirty-two pieces.” Gregg: “That…is so much wood.” Child: “Can I split more?” Gregg: “That’s enough for now, head off to play.” The wood is for soup day and gets neatly stacked under our low woodshed made from rotting stumps and cedar planks. The process of hauling cutting and chopping wood is unnecessary. All of our wood needs can be met by grabbing hunks from the woodshed up by the school. The task goes beyond busy work. It goes beyond my desire f