I am now getting used to new visitors barely saying hello before they pull out a cellphone or camera and disappear for good lengths of time. Some have even had the photos printed to hang on their own walls. It is a wonderful feeling for me. If only photos and words could capture the feeling here - I don't think they ever will.
Antique hand well pump from the original farm
|A delightful relic exposed by winter and now erased by the greenery once more|
|Charming rustic fences formerly hidden by lush summer greenery|
Above: Despite a half moon playfully incised into a weathered plaque, this was apparently a chicken and/or duck coop which incorporated a 19th century cement milk cooler as their watering pool. About three properties ago, I resurrected a similar milkhouse cement trough as a koi pool and it was a lovely place to sit quietly.
|Here is the same building after the grapevines leafed out for summer|