This is the property where my husband grew up. His parents still live there. It has been in the family for many, many years. About 14 miles from our home, it is also our favorite escape, to visit family, see the beautiful gardens they have planted over the years, eat a delicious pie baked by my mother-in-law, swing under the giant trees and, of course, go for a crick walk.
So very pretty and peaceful. Lately, in our Midwest summer humidity, just as you walk up to this point, hundreds of tiny frogs jump with a little “peep” from the warm edges back into the water. Click on the photo below.
O, hello little peeper.
When P was littler (she’s still little), we used to float a pine cone in the crick, chasing it with a stick (remember the game Winnie the Pooh used to play?), until it went under the bridge by the “big road” and then I’d tell her it was on it’s way to China. We’d wave goodbye and go find another pine cone or piece of bark and start all over again.
The perfect tree for swinging.
Poppies and irises in the spring and grape vines yet to grow.
Plenty of footbridges to cross over and back.
My mother-in-law’s favorite, star-gazer lily. Get a little closer. There. Can you smell the intoxicating scent now?
Native black-eyed Susans and purple cone flowers line the road in welcome.
Daylilies everywhere. These are especially pretty against the rustic grey barn wood of the chicken coop.
Can you see them? Tiny blueberries, my very favorite. The whole family knows this, so when these disappear, and there aren’t very many yet as these are new bushes, they know who the culprit is.