The Concord River is 16 miles, starting in Concord and ending north, in Lowell. I find the fact that my river flows north very cool. It’s like a miniature version of the Nile and I own a small spot on it.
It’s been a dry and the river is a good five feet lower than when I signed the P&S in February. There was snow on the ground and the trees were bare. But now, in the heart of spring, the river is rich with life. Yesterday a pair of geese stopped by with their brood of goslings. They all enjoyed a snack before heading south, toward Concord.
The mallards visit me everyday, even spending time on the retaining wall to sunbath and snooze.
The hen, “Mama,” is fat. I wonder when she’ll lay her eggs. Since I see her everyday, I know she hasn’t yet. Once she does, she’ll spend most of her time on the nest, leaving for only brief periods to feed.
To my amazement, Isis stopped by. She did a little fishing at my beach and I did the paparazzi thing. She is a glorious bird and I marvel every time I see her.
I’ve taken some time away from the unpacking and painting to work in the gardens. The grounds are in poor shape and need some serious TLC. A garden encircles the deck and while weeding I made a wonderful discovery – a flagstone pathway was buried under the grass! Just like The Secret Garden, my secret pathway has been hidden, waiting to be discovered.
It’s raining right now, a steady gentle rain that produces a peaceful sound. Life is good here on the river. Blessed be :>