Today, we had some exciting stories to imagine. Only the tracks of the deer were left to see. The cameras were not rolling, so we only know from the footprints left behind where they’d been.
Everywhere.
White foam sheets show muddy footprints, but by the time we arrived to meet the crew for the day, a new layer of foam blocks were laid on top of plastic sheeting, and not much was left to view.
So, here’s a reminder of what these neighbors look like. With an active imagination, it is entertaining to think of those slender legs climbing down the slippery sides of excavation area, then walking on a rink-sized styrofoam field.
Here is how the prints look in mud.
There is a lot of mud; rain has fallen each of the last 3 days.
Under the mulberry tree the mud is very churned up, and the lower branches stripped of berries.
We might get some berries for ourselves, but this year, the critters get most. Mulberries are all around the area. Purple stains the sidewalks and streets where overhanging branches drop fruit. Native Mulberry was last found in Minnesota about 100 years ago; the newer White Mulberry has proven to be tasty, but non-invasive.
By the end of the day, the dance floor looked quite different from the previous evening. Being a Friday, there is some time before the next steps turn the basement/foundation into a smooth surface.
Until then, we just keep following the plan.