I’m sure I’ve used that title before. But trust me, it’s particularly apt in this case.
Along the back of our property, the back forty feet or so, you’ll find our little slice of the real Adirondacks. No (de)construction junk, no big hole full of foundation rocks, no piles of old lumber. Just our own little tiny stretch of Adirondack forest. (Although I like fussy words, so I call it The Copse.) How about a tour?
Head down the old fence line, and you’ll se an opening to the right of the birdhouse, between two small trees. You can head on in there.
If it’s evening, take a look back over your shoulder, and the sun will be setting over the old birdhouse. I was a little early for that. Let’s head on down the trail though – Now, watch your step!
We’d like to get a few chairs. There’s a little clearing as we cross onto the neighbor’s property. (We joke that this area is governed by the “Tri Owners Backwoods Association.”) I thought about bringing a bench back here, but I don’t think of it much as a sitting place. More of a poking-around place. (Don’t get me wrong – we’ve whiled an afternoon or two and tipped a few beers back there!)
I very good at appreciating what I have, no matter how little. And I do love the little copse. We may just have a few feet of woods, where others have acres, but I love it back there. I think of it as my Five Minute Vacation – take a little walk, crack down that dead branch, toss some deadwood out of the path, pull up an ankle-snagger or two.
I’m going to try to make it a habit to get back there each evening. You have a great day too!