A diamond…
In the rough:
You can’t really appreciate the loveliness of this garden area from this photograph. Step down a set of stone steps to a garden area surrounded by stone walls. Raised beds, edged in stone lay to the right. I’m certain that they once contained a bounty of herbs and vegetables, and God willing, will again. Everything has grown in over the last two years, but shouldn’t be too difficult for eager hearts and hands to clear.
To the left of the potting shed is a sweet play area complete with wooden swing set and a “tree” fort. I can easily imagine long afternoons of play out in the fresh air, the sounds of goats and sheep bleating, dragonflies flitting from blossom to blossom, squeals of delight at luncheon taken al fresco, overlooking 73 acres of farmland.
The potting shed is actually two rooms with running water and electricity. Behind the shed is the composter, and a spacious paddock with a very generously-sized run-in shed. It used to shelter highland cattle, but will do nicely for Oberhasli goats and Icelandic sheep. The overgrowth would be no trouble at all for our goats. In fact, Brian and I have considered the possibility of the goats’ drunken stupor after a few days of reckless abandon in those paddocks. Alka Selzter may be in order.
