when we were living in the cabin my partner built a screen frame and started making paper. the white, from recycled milk cartons and vintage origami paper i had collected, the brown, from our stand of white spruce (beloved). like my warping board (which he made, along with most of our furniture) the frame was left behind in canada, but i keep these handmade papers as a memento.
the life of buckets - under our hanging porch buckets of wood pulp, buckets of sukushina, a plant i grew up with but only know the name in japanese. i let it ferment in water to fertilize my gardens. buckets of rotting shingles. buckets of birch paper, maple twigs, spruce bark, old mans beard, and other tindling.