It's been dark, damp and not the greatest, all told. I'm not complaining, but photographs are different on our treks. I love my forest walkies, as does Daisy. She launches herself at trees.
We went down to the island in the wetland. These first two photos I took from the bridge I built (third photo). In the first photo: this is the dividing line between the neighbour's property and ours. On the left, Paul's new home is being built in the forest. On the right, our forest. He's building a log home. Hubby took him over one of my nature calendars. He has a beautiful property, which I trekked in the winter (before we had the property lines marked). He confessed to the same over the years!
The region was settled in 1816, but this isn't prime farm land. It wasn't until the 80s when people were buying it up, they sent in our land surveyors who marked the property lines by chopping down trees along those lines. You can imagine what has happened in the ensuing years! We spent nearly $2000 for proper markers on our boundaries. First in November, 2010, and again, when we bought the third lot. We own three separate lots, which total 16 acres. Lot three isn't inhabitable, since it is too marshy for a septic system. We bought it from the daughter of the late original owner, when they realized they couldn't do anything with it. It gives us a nice demarcation from our neighbour's hunt camp.
Our island is a high travel spot for our critters. Plunked in the middle of the wetland, critters bring prey here to eat, deer cross it regularly, and there are several squirrels. It is a lovely sanctuary. I keep a chair here, when I want to sit and let Daisy explore.
The fungus is growing nicely.
View from the meadow, going back up to the house.
There are lots of dead trees, mostly cedars, covered in lichen. They are beautiful!