Footloose and fancy free, This Mother is feeling fine these days. She knows darn well that as she gads about the country, "Tara,"is well underway to becoming the talk of the town back home.

If she only knew what all goes on as she whiles her time away on foreign soil! Plans are even now in the making to host large gatherings of hungry slave laborers in the newest of dwelling places. The table will be set high with the fatling bird, fresh harvest, preserves and drinks of sweet nectar. Melt in your mouth dishes will come from North, South, East, and West. As the laborers forget the hard days, weeks, months of aching backs, smashed fingers, short tempers, dust filled lungs, and saw dust eyes, they will burst forth in song and merriment! Acoustics will be tested for future use and they will dance about, to test the strength of the boards beneath their feet. All is well and improvements just keep getting better and better.

Outlaw Peasant Girl remembers back to the past weekend's gathering. (How is it, that she can remember being up working for hours after the chickens had gone to bed, but can not remember a thing that got done? Could it be that it was all a dream or maybe because they worked 'til the ball of fire was on it's way back up before they lay down their heads?)

They rose to the first light and devoured bowls of the meal of oats. Sweetened ever so slightly with darkened asucar and spices from around the world. Each to his own taste. This would be the last nourishment 'til the ball of fire drops and the darkness consumes them, forcing all labor to come to a halt. The Burnt Offerings from the previous week were offered again. Hungry and tired, no one had either the energy nor the tenacity left to complain.

Groups were reformed and the clatter could be heard from the inner sanctuary this time. The sounds of craftsman working the wood, the soil, and more of the #@*#* itchy spun glass! Up and down they climb, under the floor boards and over.

The Bushy One, pushing the mixture of clay and building a tower of brick from the ground and reaching for the stars.

Up and down the steps of fastened wood and aluminum, anchoring the solid sheets of rock. The time grew late but determination drove them on. Wee ones sanitized eating utensils and soon the sounds faded to but a memory. The dwelling quieted as each laborer put down his tool and curled in his own space. Soft moans could be heard from time to time and then all was quiet. The Day of the Sun was coming and the annual pilgrimage would soon be upon them.

The day broke cooler and Outlaw Peasant Girl, buttoned her wrap tighter around herself, lest the warmth should escape her. It was apparent from the faces that each carried the strain of the previous day into the next. It was good this would be a short day. Much had been accomplished already. The night's labors had produced blisters to prove this was no dream!

Not wanting to accomplish anything short of perfect, the labor of the night's dusk was removed and redone. The South wall complete with it's new face lift, high fives were exchanged! More eating and more interior space neared an end.

The new week would be short and give way to an earlier start to the renovation. Hopes are high at what will be accomplished in the days ahead! Spirits soar to see the puzzle coming together. Confidence is on the rise!

Now the time is late and there is but one thing to add. Love is sent from our abode into yours.

OutLaw Peasant Girl