An evening walk was in order on the end of yesterday’s beautiful day. This senior body has been too sedentary this winter and is in need of daily exercise to make the garden and fence work a bit easier on it. More walking, more stretching. We live in the perfect place to walk. Our road is .8 miles of dirt and gravel with several steep inclines and declines passing through woods and farm fields that are laced with cow paths through the thickets. The hill to our west holds a large cave, open at the top (the second photo) with a fence around it for safety. It’s name comes from the remains of a pig that was found deep in the cave on a ledge. The cave sinks deep into the hillside and turns east with a second enclosed and locked entrance that I understand requires some agile moves and no fear of claustrophobia to enter. I don’t want to do that. The Virginia Bluebells bloom in profusion at the open mouth at the top behind the fence. Up on that hill, you can look down into the hollow and see our farm, our log home, the coops and gardens. This early in the spring, walking the fields is a pleasure, the grass through growing quickly is still fairly low, the invasive stickweed has yet to show, the ticks still at a minimum. In another few weeks, the fields will be hard to traverse until after hay mowing in early June and after that, our fields and the fields east of us can be walked again.
The wildflowers and flowering trees abound on this walk.
Today is another beautiful day and my plan is to walk up through the woods to the highest meadow on our cattle raising farm neighbor’s property. From there the view is amazing, above the tree line miles to the east and to the west. North and south blocked by ridgelines much closer.
This is a beautiful part of the world.