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: