The discussion involved how best to terrace this cliff behind the barn.
Present: Architectural Engineer. Geologist. Excavator. Me. Micha. Giovani Piacenza, our house wine producer (his cousin is the Excavator Gisuseppe Piacenza). Max.
Giovanni likes to negotiate for his cousin over a friendly table.
The heavy artillery is brought out. That's Norwegian Aquavit and Italian Grappa on the table.
A deal is struck. We smile nervously while reviewing our checkbook balance in our heads.
The deal is sealed.
My adrenaline has kicked in. I am feeling unsettled and overwhelmed by everything. I go outside and look at our ugly nasty cliff, hoping for some shred of inspiration to keep me going.
And there it is. It whispers to me. Don't be scared. If I managed to survive and blossom on this nasty grey cliff, just imagine what is in store for you.
Everything will be fine.