One of the (many) things I love about the Twelve Acre Woods is the little creek at the southern end. It’s not big, but it always has water in it. After heavy rains, it floods, sometimes significantly. I find evidence of flooding eight or ten feet above the stream channel…
Friday morning, 24 September: It’s a beautiful, cool morning; plenty of sunshine. Four long-absent deer browsed around the back end of the yard. It’s a perfect morning for coffee on porch, filling up on joyful sunshine and the peace of God Friday evening, 24 September: The morning’s sunshine has given…
Sunday afternoon, 19 September: I am sitting on the porch at the Twelve Acre Woods under a partly cloudy sky – some sun is still shining through. A breeze ruffles the tree tops, carrying a message that a new season is coming. It’s still hot and humid. The air is…
