April in Kanglung is still a season of spring, with the ferns expanding at a rate almost visible to the naked eye while other plants unfurl their blossoms.
In both Kanglung and Yonphula, we were all still coming to terms with the massive cutting of invasive tree species.
Our neighbor Pema Yangki let me try carrying the basket of greens. That basket is heavier than you might think! My neck was not happy.
The aftermath of the massive cutting involved weeks of burning detritus, leaving an acrid taste in the mouth and in one’s clothes.
But up at Yonphula, the felled trees are transformed into wooden planks with nothing but chainsaws, sharp eyes, and very steady hands.
