Laurel, my wife, and I live on ten acres in rural south Salem. For thirty years I've had a love/hate relationship with our property. After moving here in 1990, we've done a lot to improve both the land and our house.
But it's a damn lot of work. And at the age of 71, I find that maintaining what we've got isn't as enjoyable as it was when I was 41. Yesterday I finished mowing some grassy areas with a walk-behind DR Field Mower. It isn't the worst job I've ever done. I just can't call it "fun."
However, as I mowed various parts of our property I'd notice things that would bring a smile to my mind, if not to my sweaty face. After I finished, I grabbed my camera and walked around the ten acres, looking for more of nature that raised my spirits.
Here's the Adobe Spark web page result, the photos and some commentary.
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