I am not sure whether we will be able to canoe the slough this summer.
At present no one wants an influx of city folk and who knows when that
will change.
“Swamps where cedars grow and turtles wait on logs but not for anything in particular; fields bordered by crooked fences broken by years of standing still; orchards so old they have forgotten where the farmhouse is. In the north I have eaten my lunch in pastures rank with ferns and junipers, all under fair skies with a wind blowing.”
― Stuart Little
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