It is a warm-ish February day. The sky is gray. Everything is brown or black or gray. But still it is quiet and beautiful in the woods.
This is the paddock behind the barn, looking across at the 'hill' where we had the funeral for Hobart M. Cable, the piano. The lyre and a few strings were still there the last time I looked.
This is another shot of the field. The stone walls are miraculously intact after all these years.
And the Knoll. The dead cedar tree is still holding its own. Do you remember making fairy houses in the base of the old trees and next to that 'sharp' rock outcrop at the top? It was such a big hill when we were 6.
Was this here when we were growing up? It looks like a fallen hitching post and it is at the corner of the path to Lady Brook.
Here is Lady brook where it crosses the road the first time. I'm standing on the road above the culvert. There is a lot of water! The sound is of water burbling over rocks. Water from the road flows into Lady Brook here.
I walked up to the top of the hill. The road now has an established brook down the center, almost all the way to the top of the property. It comes from a spring most of the way up on the right side as you go up. It will be interesting to see how it flows with spring time rain. Both culverts under the road are still intact. Lots of water is going through them today. I played with the leaves and fallen branches in the road, making dams and sluice ways. I Didn't Get Wet! Not too much, anyway.
