Life at Prairie Woods is not all work and no play.
One afternoon in mid-September, John and I were standing on the deck and enjoying the view when a hawk glided past, not far from our heads, hunting moles.
Another evening, while John was out on his own, he sat in the second-story playhouse (initially to get a better view of the house roof to see what might need doing there). While he was quietly contemplating matters, four deer came into view, virtually at his feet, eating the fresh-cut “hay” he had created when mowing down the almost waist-high back lawn.
One afternoon, Sharlee discovered a fire-pit nestled into the trees not too far from the south-west corner of the house. We’ve now had more than one picnic supper there, enjoying not only our food but the fresh air, solitude, and peace and quiet of the country.
And on the last Sunday of the month, a glorious sunrise with which to greet the day. The light falling on our spruce trees and the fall foliage of the decidious trees and shrubs was spectacular. Mornings like this refresh our spirits and justify all the thistle-hunting, cement-pouring, and wall demolition.