Living In The Woods

What I like about living in the woods
Getting up early and going outside to catch the morning sun break through the Douglas Fir trees and shed its light on the filbert trees and blueberry bushes is an experience I do not get tired of. I love it that my dogs do not know what fences or leashes are for. They wander freely about the farm, exploring for who knows what. Sometimes they go to the river for recreational swimming. The neighbors have reported seeing them floating the rapids over and over again. They wait for me to leave the house and lead the way, prancing excitedly as if we are going on some great adventure. I love pausing from my work to spot the Bald Eagle or Osprey I hear flying overhead. The large Pileated Woodpecker sometimes fly through the trees, stopping long enough to find a snack or two in the filbert trees. I like it that I can “go” any where I want to. I like the view in any direction. I know that it’s spring when the Great Horned Owl, Stellar Jays, and the crows show up. I know that it’s fall when the Canadian Geese fly down river and the fields turn bright red. I know that it’s summer because the blueberries are ready to pick and it’s time to harvest the honey. Know that summer is over, but fall isn’t quite here because the filbert trees drop their nuts on the driveway. I know that it’s winter when I’m cold and wet and need to get the fire going to warm up and dry out. What I don’t like is making the 50 mile trip to town and back for a few items to fix something that breaks. Oh well.