our bit of heaven
We’ve been busy hoping to get the new windows in and perhaps start painting the exterior.
In the midst of work on the house, we were also anxious to get a closer look at the creek. Eric went to work with the machete and cleared the thicket of blackberry bushes, making it possible.
The first glimpse. There’s still some work to be done with some sort of stepping stone arrangement for easier access. This is where he dreams of launching the kayak…
The bird highway. It’s still a bit low, but a couple of days of rain did add some noticeable water flow.
A view from below…
Perhaps some fish somewhere in here, too?
Signs of some beaver activity.
Perhaps some day I’ll get a look at a real live beaver neighbor.
Last, but not least, the quail covey enjoying the meadow grass seed that Eric planted.
Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
― Shel Silverstein