Witch Trees

On the property, casting old spells.

Power Lines

I always knew power lines bordered the eastern edge of the property but today was the first time I managed to hike in far enough to finally see them.

Swamp

Spring swamps. Dry come summer.

Deer paths

The bush is so thick I can step into it, walk twenty paces, turn around and be lost because everything looks the same in all directions: branches and thorns everywhere and up above, if it's a grey day, the sky gives away no clues.

I bought a compass then a handheld GPS. I bought rolls of orange flagging tape. I bought loppers and clippers. I wanted to make trails but had no idea how or where to start. Then I finally noticed what was there all along.

I've spent days now cutting trails into the property, guided by deer paths and streams, thankful I don't have to depend on my terrible sense of direction.

Spring moss

Eggs

From Paul and Tina's farm.

I haven't met a nicer bunch of people than everyone I've been meeting in Prince Edward County and Paul and Tina are tops. They own a small farm up the road from me where they raise a few chicken, ducks, turkeys, goats and sheep. All the animals are free roaming and busy running around in each other's business.

Now I've got a source for reliable free range duck and chicken eggs, $3/dozen.

Turkey eggs (a gift)

Duck eggs

Brown chicken eggs

Green chicken eggs

Mist

Most mornings, Simone and I walk unaccompanied. This morning, the mist came along. It changed the way everything looked and quietened the earth.