"It is finished," Laura sounded like she was making a religious proclamation as she shut the door to the primitive cabin. George clapped his hands in agreement, and Zahara happily joined in. The little house looked like it belonged to a Hobbit with its mud plastered walls and sod roof, but it was solid, and complete.
"Now that we know what we are doing," George said, ruffling Zahara's hair. "It should be easier and faster to build the next one."
"True," Laura agreed with a bob of her head. "And once we populate this one, we will have more hands to work on the next one.
When they weren't working on the cabin, they had been working on planting food crops, and maintaining things that Laura had started cultivating years before. There was asparagus, rhubarb, blueberries, strawberries, raspb
