I apologize for the break, between having a house (bus) to work on, children, a business and traveling, it's hard to sit down and switch completely into writing mode. Maybe I'm just getting lazy...
Now, we've made it to North Carolina and are parked in a driveway on top of a mountain surrounded by two-hundred acres of lush vegetation and rushing streams. Besides our family, the property houses: a gun collecting Buddhist monk, a motorcycle riding yogi, a chainsaw-loving mountain dude, born and raised in Philly, two small dogs, one of whom loves fetch to the point that he brings home stumps of trees twice his size, and our host who, in herself is a careful blend of garbage warrior and ninja masseuse.
Yes folks, the story goes on, and I'll do what I can to get you caught-up quick.
Here's a little sheet-mulch garden we put in for our hosts:
