In the frozen darkness of
January Rachelle and Margaret Atsin came to stay with us.
The plan was for them to
keep the girls and I company while Berwyn was on ranger patrol.
Four
months later and they are still here much of the time.
We've fixed up a yurt for
them and set it just down-ridge from the house.
They've fallen into
the rhythm of family and the forest farm.
(One year ago, at the turn
of 2016, Rachelle posted on facebook that she dreamed of raising her
daughter in a yurt on a farm in the Yukon.)
And for myself, she has
been the best medicine for my isolation.
No comments:
Post a Comment