The Commencement of Coughlin's Wood

For his birthday this year, I gave K. a wordy and fancy certificate that promised I'd plant thirty native trees on our bland and steep slope. I would try to give you latitudes or something, but every time I say north, south, I'm wrong, so let's put it this way: if you stand in front of our house on the street, the garden and the orchard are on the LEFT and this bland slope is on the RIGHT.

The trees are not here yet but with 30 of them coming, it's past time to get started digging.

But first we are doing some planning.

And that is what this morning was about.