Sensing that the time is nigh for another newsletter, my jaw is dropping as to where to begin.
So how about I share a letter that Troy sent out recently with some nitty-gritty detailed photos of life at Lumbini lately? We work well together in so many ways. This is one of them: I show the artful flower shots and cute kid photos, he shares pragmatic pipe-fitting shots. So I guess you could call this the "More Matter, Less Art" edition. ;-)




The Mandala garden. (Tif's note: I had to include a more recent photo for this, as the garden has simply exploded since the time Troy wrote the original letter weeks ago. Here I am harvesting foot-tall chard about a week ago. And yes: the sky is that blue sometimes.)
(And another view of the Mandala Garden, with mosquito-nibbled buddy Harlan modeling how big the broccoli is! [and then immediately afterward finding a tree to "water;" heehee!])








Blame the Baja sun for the lighting on this one. This was the best I could do at noon. This 1x3 tupperware container collects the water from the shower. Still the same old green shower, a bit reinforced, with a little gulley to drain the water into the tupperware. It leaves through the black pipe at the top of the picture and flows 30 ft downhill to the Avocado and Mr. Fig you met earlier.
The Avocado receiving greywater from the shower.
Hasta pronto,
TP

Hasta pronto,
TP
I remembered a muy importante detail Troy left out which I'm sure you're all eager to see! Our humanure toilet, which we lovingly call, The Pooper! We exclusively use the bright orange buckets for the humanure, and exclusively white buckets for kitchen scraps. The navy bin on the right holds sawdust with a scooper. Two large scoops (or more) of sawdust per deposit= minimal smell and no flies! Toilet paper is held in orange bucket-in-waiting.
And just as important, the spic-and-span cleaning process after a batch of humanure and kitchen scraps are added to the compost pile. Remy (wearing gloves) demonstrates. So clean!