The road out to our village in the Berkshires. It is indeed over the river and through the woods. Woods, fields, and swamps:

 
View from the upper barn. Trout stream down there in the valley. Those are our woods up on the hills too - insofar as anybody can "own" woods. The hawks, owls, deer and and bears own them, really. Well, God owns them, but I can harvest firewood there. You can see the White Pine infestation in the upper meadow. We have been at 'em, but it's a lot of work to cut them down. It's a shame that you cannot really burn White Pine in the fireplace. Too much resin, burns too hot.
 
             
                        This is downtown: a Congo Church, the old one-room schoolhouse, around 10 nice antique houses, and a fork in the road. When you come to a fork in the road, take it.

 
Nice old house in town:
 
 
Another one:

 
Down our driveway:
 
 
Up our driveway:

 
Barn needs paint - and more - badly. Plumbing works, tho -
 
 A pup running up the driveway:
 

 
 One of our hayfields:

The Birch grove:
 
