Last Of The Walk

 After watching the pups romp for a few minutes in that green green green backyard, I headed up the back driveway and the UPS truck I had heard earlier came rumbling back past our home after a delivery to a neighbor.  No Christmas gifts yet... at least no deliveries at our home, but it's still a month away.

 The bushes in the planter area are still fiery and the sun bounces from the leaves to give us a wee bit of autumn color.  But just for the time being considering how cold the nights have been.... those leaves will soon be on the ground.

 The sun is much lower in the sky these days and there was a blinding of the eyes moment for me coming around to the front driveway.

And look who was still with me.

Ever present.

Ever loyal.

Sweetest pups in the whole wide county.

And that my friends, is a tour of our oh so very much loved property.... except for the woods, and the bears out there scare me too much to take you there.

LOL

Forest Living

 These are some of the woods on our property. 

It's only a measly three acres, but most of it does not need maintaining, other than the occasional taking down of a dead or nuisance tree that has been damaged by storm or insects.

 This is why our home is hidden from the main road, and by main road I mean a blacktopped road that hasn't been re-done in probably decades, other than an occasional patch of a pothole or damage done by heavy snow and heavy gully washer rains.

 Other than the sounds of school buses during nine months of the year, the weekly garbage/recycle trucks, a propane delivery truck once a month and Fed-Ex trucks delivering to we rural folk who shop online, it really is pretty quiet in these here parts 'o the country.

This forest is why we have so many twittering birds and nest builders, deer who hide and peek out from time to time, scampering squirrels, shy snakes, possum, and other things we hear but have not seen as of yet.

It's an ideal place to live if peace and quiet, tempered with a bit of outdoor work are what you seek in your retirement years.

It's all good...

unless of course you hear banjos.

Then you should paddle faster!