This afternoon, Elaine and I took a walk around the perimeter of our 38 wooded acres on the seeded logging road that I designed three years ago when our dying Virginia pines were cut. The trail loops from one end of our land to the other and perhaps covers a little less than half a mile.
Those folks who don't live in the country may not understand how pleasurable it is to just walk through your own woods. We stopped often to look at individual trees and their progress, noted some oak trees that we had planted and how they were coming along, stopped one time when we heard a flock of turkeys about a hundred yards away, and checked on a crabapple tree that we had planted in a food plot.
I was especially pleased with the food plot and its progress since I replanted and revitalized it back in late summer. Now, the plot supports lush growth - a good thing for wildlife as precious little hard and soft mast exists on our land and the surrounding mountainside.
After we finished walking the loop, we stopped by our chicken run and gave our Rhode Island Reds pieces of bread when they rushed out to greet us. Nothing extraordinary happened on our way - some would say - but the richness of the experience - to us - brought