The path up The Mountain is hard and cluttered. Daunting at it’s worst, mesmerising at it’s best, it’s a great escape, especially when alone.
Alone is how I like it best. But you’re never really alone on The Mountain. Birds sing, trees knock, spiders weave, and leaves crunch. The soil sighs and sags, unused to human tread.
And, mothering them all, The Mountain whispers.
The grove itself is but ten minutes of hard slog from The Big Field (though much more enjoyable if one occasionally takes a while to wait awhile, to wake up and smell the humus). But Time isn’t the point: Timelessness is. This 10 minute walk treads in the wake of countless scavengers, of centuries of footfalls. For this path, though overgrown, is living history.
And at the end of the path, after toiling, bushwhacking, scouting, snouting, there’s the truffling up of The Pirate Mountain’s treasure. Treasure like this, the first of the year:
Takenoko for Tohoku 2012 should start about 3 weeks hence, when the maincrop comes online. More details as they come. Meanwhile, knock…