I’m sitting on the rostra (back porch), drinking the first cup of coffee made in “my” house. It is about 8 a.m. and the temperature is somewhere in the 60s: crisp but not chilly. Birds are singing everywhere in unknown songs. I think I just heard a hummingbird. The air is suffused with a subtle scent of orange.
The little house is lovelier than I had imagined. The back yard is built up on a terrace made by a weathered stone wall with rocks rounded from tumbling down the river. Here is a panorama:
|Panorama of Back Yard Stone Terrace|
Two roosters constantly call and answer each other. Yes, that was a hummingbird – I just saw it.
The property has hundreds of plants, some wild and some planted. I will do a photographic inventory when the sun gets a little higher. But for now I'll just savor the moment.
It is very peaceful here - a wonderful place to begin a new life.