"Call it declination, and we'll move on," I said.
This pillar sits by the path to point the cardinal directions to passersby.
"I love to wander by the stream
that dances in the sun;
so joyously it calls to me,
"Come join my happy song."
I never get tired of messing about our little creek, the Pishon. This view is looking downstream toward my neighbor's ford. The pale winter light gives the land a soft glow.
I took these pictures this afternoon. I went out to Wilderstead to take some more measurements, in order to complete my site map for building, sewer, and driveway permits. Now I can place the fence, the creek, the head of the drive, the spring we intend to tap for a well, and the ravine between homesite and current cabin on the site map with the cottage outline.