A contemplative look? Well...yes, I suppose it is. I'm just thinking of how perfectly beautiful you all are, and I'm trying to find the right words to express my gratitude, for the way you have all attempted to comfort me, over the loss of my twin. Frankly, I'm at a loss. I've never been on the receiving end of such empathy before. Just know that I love you, each and every one!
I thought I would share some more photographs I took around my place a few weeks ago. These were taken about two weeks before peak fall color. I have some that were taken during peak color, but they were nearly all taken while driving into Richmond, to see my sister. I may show some of them later on. You can click on each pic and re-size it to your liking.
An eastern view across the pond, towards the dam.
Another eastern view of the dam, slightly more to the left. There is a beautiful dutch colonial log cabin, back up in that small clearing on the left. Unfortunately, it is mostly obscured by the trees that have grown up around it. It was still being constructed, when I moved in almost 17 years ago.
Another view, more to the north east.
Ripples on the pond. Probably from a bass, or blue gill coming to the surface. There are lots of fish in the pond. My next door neighbor once caught an eight pound large mouth bass.
And yet another eastern view.
The south bank of the pond at the north end of my property, facing west.
The path to Grandmother's house.
The woods on the way to Grandmother's house. Thankfully, no big bad wolf today!
A pen the former owner built, for his guinea hens. They all flew the coupe, and now it is being slowly, but inexorably reclaimed by the jungle.
More of the path to grandmother's house. (No.....not really, silly! Its just the path down to the pond, from my back yard, but a girl can dream, can't she?)
Can you see the squirrel on the branch? Click on the picture to enlarge then re-size if you can't. He and his friends are beginning to become fairly tame, now that my cat has been gone for several years. I still can't feed them by hand, but by next summer I hope to have to have their confidence. I've been putting out crusts of bread and pieces of fruit for them since last winter, and talking gently to them when I see them. They no longer freak out and run up behind a tree, the moment I emerge from the house.
Heading out of my driveway to the road out front.
Never be ashamed to be called a pansy! Pansies are beautiful! Just like you!