Despite the frigid temperatures today with light winds driving the wind chill factor into the teens, the brilliant sunshine and blue skies beckoned me from office work. Plus, I knew that the frozen ground in the marshland would afford me access to places I had not gone this year without wearing hip waders. A much needed property check was in order.
One thing I have intentionally done with the farm is leave a wide path the entire way around the perimeter of the fenceline--my private bridle path for me and the little red mare (who turns 27 on Monday).
So imagine my surprise when walking down at the far end of the property outside of the perimeter fence on the bridle path I came across a money on the ground. Not just any buck, but one stuck tight in a turd.
I'm a lucky gal to end up with a Quarter Horse who can squeeze a dollar out of crap.
Enjoy the pictures from the rest of my walk.
|The transition between marshland and stream bed. Last year I planted a bushel of wild leeks from West Virginia on the little island. Let's hope they get established and bountiful.|
|Going along on the walk today, the goats enjoy the tender shoots of wetlands grasses that sprouted last week in the balmy 60-degree weather.|
|This locust tree than blew over in the marsh a few years ago was covered in oyster mushrooms this year from all the wet weather.|
|The hillside of hardwoods, home to all sorts of wonderful fungi, flora and fauna.|
|The peaceful little stream that quietly babbling in the afternoon sun.|
|Mother Nature & Father Time take a toll on all living things.|