Edible Wood Farm Journal: 2019 (1)
Today I removed the last of the split oak posts and homemade rails between the posts in Doetinchem. I filled the long deep holes left by the posts with earth, leaves and pine needles so that people wouldn’t unknowingly step into them and twist an ankle (like I almost did). A partially broken bucket served as an admirable tool to empty the soaking basin of rainwater, soggy leaves and knobby twigs. All of the unusable and/or partially rotten wooden dividers and ground logs found a new place just outside of the forest ready to be re-used later as compost or as firewood. After several hours of building up a sweat in the chilly air I turned around to look at the place that had been home in the past few years to several thousand shiitake logs and even more mushrooms. It had been turned back into a nonchalant forest, timeless and busy with growing old.
Goodbye Doetinchem, thanks for looking after me so well.
photo: colleagues in Doetinchem
