Cutting across the back corner of our property is a creek, called Deep Run, that is on the old battlefield maps. Where it meanders through our property is so beautiful--it cuts deeply through the ground, and the area around it is all shady and mossy, like a glade.
After we moved in, Jonathan found an old horsehoe sticking out of the ground by the creek. It is very old and rusty and there were still a couple of bent nails sticking out of it. We assume it's from the Civil War because this land has been uninhabited until we built our house here. So Jonathan hung it over our front door for luck. And every time I look up at it, I think about some soldier's horse pausing for a sip from our creek 150 years ago and losing its shoe in the mud.
So we were clearing out our path to the creek yesterday, making it wider.
The path cuts right across a Civil War trench that crosses our yard, so it's so cool: you go down and then up and then around a few bends and then--the little glade. Very pretty. At the entrance to the path, Jonathan planted a bunch of plants I bought this week. Two cherry trees and 11 azaleas. I love cherry trees. They are so beautiful--like lace.
As we were outside raking together we were both thinking about how hard it will be to leave this yard. And how we wonder if we will regret it; if we will ever live on land so gorgeous. Then we looked around at the size of our yard. At the massive amounts of leaves still all over the friggin' place and the tiny area we had spent all afternoon clearing and we thought, hmm, maybe a smaller yard wouldn't be so bad. . And, as Jonathan reminded me, summer days in England are as cool as spring days in Virginia. What? No more 100 degree, muggy, humid, mosquito-filled days? How would we ever stand it?!
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