SPRING FIELD TRIPI try to walk every day (ignore my son's look of disbelief). If I go up and down the driveway five times, it makes a mile.
The view from the road, looking toward our house.
Of course, the minute I put my big toe out of the door this morning, it began to rain. But here is what I saw:
A moaning beech tree.
Coltsfoot, one of the first flowers of spring. Its leaves, which come later, are in the shape of a colt's foot.
Our tin man, who needs a new coat of paint.
This is our gas-station-like "dinger" that rings our doorbell when someone comes up our driveway.
Empty seed pods from an evergreen.
One of my prize junk-sale finds that we put on our driveway.
An empty beech tree seed pod.
The tree has grown up around this birdhouse. Now usually house wrens nest there.
A perfect woodpecker hole lying right along the driveway.