Home (A Narrative)

Coyotes, bobcats, owls inhabit our minds and acres.  

Who would ever think that oak and pine trees hide 

wildlife and fulfill our dreams?  A house of a single 

story with a below ground workshop holds happiness.

Front yard of daffodils in early spring, iris in later 

times and filled with white blooms in summer, 

becomes shade in the afternoon.  In a side yard, 

live rocks, weeds and lizards.  On the other side, we 

can park an RV, my truck or store our trash.

The rear garden is lush, part of the year with roses, 

herbs and resplendent things.  A sun room looks over 

the garden and opens to a wrap around, red wooden 

deck.  Two other decks fill the skirts of our bedroom 

and the guest room.  Decks provide peace, quiet, 

privacy and serenity.

Great room, kitchen, study, laundry complete this 

home's picture.  Three acres of splendor.  Three acres 

of beauty.  Three acres of woods, small varmints and 

an infinity of birds.  Some birds stay all year, some mate 

and make nests.  Still other birds visit only if we put out 

seeds and water for them. 

Our woodpeckers hammer away all year in our back 

lot, old snag tree that has looked ready to fall over 

since moving in.  Our great horned owl just passed on and 

we have heard no replacement, so far.

Fall and winter bring small mule deer, buck, doe and 

young.  End of summer we see Elk by the dozen.  Late in 

the year we can see mountain lions, bear, and snow.  

Cold, cold it gets in winter.  Ice, winds, sleet, hail, even 

rain comes during our five month winters.  If we're lucky, 

we escape  for the winter to the desert of southern California.