Home in the morning light
As I mentioned in a previous post, if you go about .4 mile up the road from me, you come to the paved public road. If you go down the road from me, you go across a tractor bridge and onto a little tractor road into the woods. Let’s walk down the road.
Baby clover in the morning dew. Where I exposed the soil for site preparation, I’ve worked hard to get ground cover growing, mainly fescue grass, rye, and red and white clover. This stuff is off to a good start. I’ll have more photos when it’s grown enough to be more photogenic.
Looking downstream in my woods
My little valley, where the branch comes through
Looking upstream in my woods
What pine trees do in the spring
When you’re in the woods, don’t forget to look down.
The woods are full of this in the spring, but I can’t for the life of me think what it’s called. Bonnie, what is this? Response: redbud
From this point on, we’re on neighbors’ land. The tractor bridge, and the lowest point on our little walk.
From the tractor bridge, looking downstream
Starting up the next ridge
Continuing up the next ridge
… and on up the next ridge
On the next ridge, looking across a little valley. Do you espy anything familiar on the far hill?
In case you couldn’t find it, here’s the location of my little trailer seen from the opposite ridge.