I took this picture a few days ago when there was still snow on the ground and the sun made a morning appearance.
Now it’s mud and lots of water.
The marsh has overflowed into the south pasture. It’s the first time I’ve seen that. Our farm house was built up high. Who ever chose the spot knew what they were doing.
Although I’m sure the landscape has changed since then, the overflowing marsh doesn’t threaten our home.
I keep meaning to ask certain people, who I know hunt, when the last day of hunting season is. But each time I see them there is something else to talk about and I forget. I have a feeling the coming weekend is the end of the season.
First thing I’ll do is trim the marsh bushes that have grown over the path and fix the Gulley Bridge. Well, maybe not the first thing. If I can get over the stream in my muck boots, I imagine push back the bushes and get back to the woods.