Nancy Bond asked whether the current image in the header is our house. It certainly is, taken from between the house and barn, with the garage and chicken coop in the center there, the little prayer shack in the distance, and the long and steep slope between the garage and the prayer shack. Beyond the prayer shack is an old apple orchard. Our birdfeeder is under the crabapple tree on the far left. I like to watch the birds at it from the kitchen, where our computer is set up.
I went onto Live Search Maps and did a search for our address and then chose “Bird’s eye” as my view, and this is what I got:
The green rectangle is the approximate boundary of our property. We have stone walls on the south and west, and an American wire fence on the north, beyond the barn. I’ve marked the house, garage, and barn, so that you can see how they relate to each other.
This aerial view requires a little explanation. Directly to the west of the house is a steep, woody slope that extends pretty much to our property line. And to the north of the barn is a thicket of old growth that we will someday clear out. So what we’re actually working with is the area directly around the house and to the south of the barn (where B’s vegetable garden is; you can see the square-foot boxes faintly below the white metal roof).
More than half of our 6.5 acres is woods.
I think it all looks very tidy, but I know it’s not! We have lots to do!
Directly across the road to the east is the meandering Black Creek. We don’t have any water on our property, but in the summer if we listen hard we can hear the creek burbling along. We don’t bother keeping a birdbath, because all of our birds have the real thing across the road. In the spring and fall the Black Creek sometimes floods the field across from our driveway.
This aerial view is deceptive, because it looks as if the property is broad and flat, when in fact the driveway is all downhill to the road and the hill to the west of the house is steep. The only truly flat expanse is between the house and barn.
The view to the east across the road is gentle; fields of corn with the Hebron hills beyond. Very cozy. Not at all grand. In fact, the whole place is pretty sweet and easy, except in the winter, when we have to take a running start to more or less slingshot the car to the top of the driveway. But we’ve gotten very old hat about that.
So that’s Pleasant Hill, so named one summer weekend when B and I were headed up the driveway:
J: So pretty, so gentle, so nice.
B: This is a pleasant little hill, isn’t it?