The owners of the vacant land behind us allow us to walk on their property for most of the year.
Others who also have permission think it best that we are not there in the fall- for the months leading up to the ten days of deer hunting season. They think we might scare off the deer, although I think the deer are hardly bothered by us, evidenced by the fact that this morning, three were in our yard just feet from our house, eating apples from our trees.
But that is another story, another topic. In spring and summer and winter I delight in walking on those forty acres behind us. I walk the land almost every day.
Besides deer, there are turkey. Sand hill cranes come in the spring and mostly stay close. We’ve seen a fisher. We occasionally hear coyotes howling, yelping at night. We’ve put up birdhouses, hoping to attract bluebirds. ( It hasn’t worked.)
Turtles lay eggs in the spring.
It’s rocky, not particularly fertile, and definitely not arable, so the plants are mostly scrubby- cedars and junipers, barberry and weedy shrubs.
But there are flowers. In the summer, it turns to meadow, and I watch the progression: first daisies,
then Black Eyed Susans.
Now, we’ve had about three weeks of Queen Ann’s lace.
The solidago and bergamot are also plentiful.
A few weeks ago, a for sale sign went up on the property. Yikes! Or, more accurately, Sh*t!
I shudder to think of condos, or a subdivision, or just about anything that will come into this lovely view.
Of course, we don’t own the land, so there is little we can do. Of course we’ll have to adjust to change, if it comes. Until then, we’ll appreciate the beauty. For now, I’ll walk the land, grateful for what it gives.