Turns out that big piece of water near the farm is the Ironstone Reservoir. Thank you, Bob, for discovering what’s in my back yard by looking at Google maps … in Australia. What a small world we are living in these days.
If I were to own a farm, this is the perfect place to own it. Gently rolling land along a stream and a reservoir. Long, green lawns where the cows can graze and a little stream, so when it gets too warm, they can wade in the river. There’s something terribly funny about watching a small herd of dairy cows all up to their hocks in a stream, chewing contentedly on the wildflowers along the banks.
The trees are beginning to really change now. The past 24 hours has seen a big change. Our one (and only) maple tree is more than half red and I bet by tomorrow night, it will be entirely scarlet. Our woods is golden from the deck as far back as I can see, except for the pines. Nice contrast.