It felt like a beach day anyway. No beach, but looking through these apple trees, isn't that water?
On my days of rest I walked the perimeter of the fields which the local farmer had just cut.
I stared at the sky.
The pond, accessible in the spring, is now overgrown with tall weeds and vines. I can't get very close to the edge. The large rock in the center of the pond is uncovered, the water is low. Turtle basks on that rock, but I still can't get a picture. He slips right into the water at the sound of my feet on the grass. Good ears.
Seven acres of pine forest. Cool and inviting. Do the fairies live there?