Best Walk Ever (Part 1)

(A view from the hayfield. November 25, 2006.)

I did it! I walked the entire 1/2 mile around the property. I’m very pleased with myself. Very pleased.

It took me a little over an hour. It’s usually a 15-20 minute walk if I’m out there for the exercise of it. Shorter if I’m running part of it, and longer, of course, if I slow down to enjoy the walk itself for the sake of the walk itself. I walked very, very slowly, using my hiking stick to keep my balance. I stopped to rest. A lot. I took my camera with me because bringing the camera along on any walk or hike always slows me down. It doesn’t slow me down as much as the pain does, though, and I was amazed at the little things I noticed while being forced to walk at a snail’s pace.

When we first bought the property we were cited (ticketed) by the county for two very large, very dead trees that were out near the road and considered (by the county) as possible hazards. Because we’re good citizens, we hired someone to chop down the trees. The guy that did it isn’t the brightest bulb in the pack and he failed to follow our directions to chop the trees into small enough pieces for us to use as firewood. This turned out to be a serendipitous event. We took several of those large, round stumps of wood and rolled them to various spots around the pond so that if one was out for a leisurely stroll and one wanted to rest for a while or just stop and admire the view, one would have a place to plant one’s bottom. They make nice little seats. I’ve never been as glad to have those out there as I was today.

And now, since I’m somewhat bored and need the rest, here is part one of the photo version of my walk around the pond today. As always, you can click on the photo for a larger view.


On the eastern part of our property is what will come to be known as the former hayfield. When we first bought the place a few years ago, there was a farmer down the road who asked if we’d let the hayfield grow. In exchange, he would come down twice a year to mow it and bale the hay. In further exchange, since he was doing all the work, the hay was his to do with as he likes. We agreed, thinking this was a great way to get out of mowing part of the property. And it was.

However, in the grand scheme of things, M the Elder and I both want more trees. Our little piece of property (about 8.5 acres, 1.5 acres of which is pond) was once part of a larger farm. The properties on either side of us were also part of that larger farm. Part of what made our piece of property so sweet to us were the woods at the back of the pond. M the Elder and I are very fond of trees. Native trees. Our neighbors, evidentally, are not fond of trees for they have these grand houses with great expanses of lawn. I gather they inherited that trend of nicely done lawns from the British. (There are numerous articles out there about how we in the U.S. got the whole lawn thing from the Brits, but I liked this quote best: “A lawn seems as British as warm beer and curly sandwiches, evoking a raft of pleasant images. Size doesn’t matter. It could be a neat patch of green in a suburban front garden, or a wide sweep of grassy carpet in a grand country house.” You can find the article I stole that from here.)

Last spring we planted over 100 trees, most of them in the hayfield. We “fired” the farmer, so to speak, although I’m not sure that’s accurate as he cut the above bale of hay about 2 years ago and has forgotten to come back and get it. I think he gave up before we “fired” him. He has a reputation in the community for being a lazy farmer.

View of the pond from the hayfield. Isn’t it a glorious day?

The horse next door. I have a really good shot of the horse’s ass, but didn’t think anyone would want to see that. Why is it that animals always seem to turn around just as the camera is zoomed in and focused for the close-up?

Spots of color amongst the browns of late fall. Oddly enough, I enjoy the browns, grays, and maroons of this time of year. Although somewhat muted, I think they’re as beautiful as the bursts of color that occur in the spring, summer, and early fall months. The muted colors of the earth brighten up the sky.

To be continued….


One Comment on “Best Walk Ever (Part 1)”

  1. Kel says:

    congrats on making your milestone Robin

    and 100 trees! Well done, we’ve done that this year too
    the trick is to get them to actually grow – between drought and naughty wallabies, it will be a battle here


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