We cleared this area of tall trees, restored the rock wall, and dug out the pond to recreate, in part, the sheep pasture that reportedly was here in the 1800s.
It’s now a place for deer to range; summer birds to nest; coyotes to howl at night; bear cubs to walk on top of the wall; butterflies and millions of other insects to live out their lives; turtles to bask; ducks to paddle, and humans to be amazed – once again -- by the beauty of a good fall day.
Yesterday was one of those days, as you can see. While sitting on Flat Rock behind the pond in the afternoon, you could gulp delicious air as the sunlight softened. You could look up and down and watch stratocumulus clouds streak across the sky and the pond below.
It was a day to notice a maple leaf taking its first and last solo voyage, spiraling into the pond, and reaching, tacking, and taking on water as it sailed alone in the shifting winds.
(Brooklin, Maine)