I'm very used to walking around the rectangular shape of our 10 acre parcel and frankly am getting quite bored with it. So I decided to venture outside our fence line into the neighbors field and down into our creek bed. It wasn't far, but it sure made a difference in how I felt about going for a walk. I would never attempt this without my trusty snowshoes.
|The spruce trees that divide my neighbor's field, (which I'm standing in) from my yard.|
|Looking west, away from my yard. I could go a long way if my legs were up for it.|
|Looking down into the creek bed, where I'm headed.|
|Most of those willows are dead because the water table has been too high for too long. |
And some of them are just old.
|In the creek. My kiddos call this place the 'magical land' because of how it looks when the|
creek dries up in the summer. It is a really neat experience. The ground is very spongy,
like walking on an extremely thick carpet.
|Some color! Finally a wee bit of color. It has been a very grey day.|