I got the chance to mix some cob this weekend to put on the wall of the Teahouse. We paid a friend to put a real roof on the structure for us and when he did he pulled off the damaged bits. Now they need to be fixed and I started the process. I got four batches of cob on the wall. Nothing today because it was misting and there were other chores to do.
As you can tell, I had help from the Small Mister. He danced with me a bit and told me all about the consistency of the cob. I just wish I understood his words. All too soon he will be speaking our language. My Beloved helped me move buckets as well as the Tall Short Person. My Beloved actually had the forge going so everyone was in the backyard for a good part of the day.
The process of cobbing is slow for me. It works best. I actually scared my Beloved while I was on the ladder. He wishes to put the scaffolding back up but I think the ladder is working for me well right now. The process is also rather soothing. It is that getting your hands in the mud thing.
I do hope to get more done and the walls done before it gets too hot. But too hot may be tomorrow, even though it does not look like it.
We have a computer down so blogging this week may be catch as catch can.