Trespass

So the story is this is the third owner since the Big House was built on about 56 acres. They also bought the house next door, a former B+B on about 4 acres. And they bought a lot of the land behind these properties in what is described as the whole mountain. There is much more to the stories of all the various owners, but it isn't necessary for us to Trespass. The current owners are rarely if ever seen.

The gardeners come every so often to cut the grass in what is described as a 10 hour marathon of horrible noisy peace disturbing weed whacking. The grass is mowed and little else seems to get done.















The gate is padlocked and no longer attached to the automatic arms. The gravel drive is rutted, more so from the big downpour two weeks ago.
















A cozy swing beckons, tucked into the taller wild things along the lawn headed up the drive to the house.
















A mighty fine stone chimney for a fancy fireplace inside. The story is the fireplace doesn't work because it wasn't built with the proper proportions. There is a recipe of dimensions that must be followed to get a fireplace to vent correctly. If you build it wrong your house can fill with smoke.
















A very nice collection of conifers by the front entry in need of some judicious pruning. The Easter freeze put a hurting on the small deciduous shrubs.
















The Reading Room is a separate building above the main house. I could not find a path and scrambled through the tall wild things to find out that you don't walk here, you drive here. I don't think that is one spring season of Ivy growth.
















There are some amazingly huge trees on this land. This is one gigantic Maple.
















I took the wrong road and again had to scramble through the tall wild things to find this pool perched high up on the mountain, no where near the house. Going to the pool was a day trip for them I suppose.
















The view from the pool.

















The view from the lawn below the pool. The shortest hill in the foreground that peaks on the right by the tree is where we live. Smack dab in the middle of this picture you can see a dark hole in the forest. That is the resident gardeners driveway.
















Leaving the pool area I have now found the roads and am walking higher up the mountain. The roads are no longer mowed past the pool and the Wildflower Sanctuary promised at the front gate begins to take shape.

The road does not quite get to the top then loops back around to the reading room. I saw evidence of deer and have heard the coyotes howling from our place.
















Headed back down by the road now like a civilized person I find the barn/shed which is twice as big as my cabin will be. It looks to be in serious danger. This is just the attached carport on the side with a rubber dingy parked inside. I wonder how that would ride in a mud slide?
















Where does this lead?
















It goes to a bridge and an overgrown overlook for a series of four ponds which then becomes our stream after it crosses under the road. Another mud slide. Oh my!













I could either end up pushing up Daisies for this or apply for a job as the caretaker. They can keep the lawn mow guys and let me do the real gardening work.
















Back at the peasant gardeners Sunny Utility Valley of Botanical Delights the wildflowers keep gaining colorful momentum.