I had a feeling yesterday that struck me in its simplicity. I was taking a walk with the dogs to the little swimming hole a minute from here. It is a place where the brook turns and deepens against some moss covered rocks. There is a sandy shore to invite one into the water, which is waist deep at the deepest part. The dogs waded and swam and I thought, “I live here.” It was the first time I felt that this is my home. I think I’ve landed.
Meanwhile, Dan came over with his 
backhoe and cleared the wall of invasives off of the stone wall in front of the barn. One would never have known there was a stone wall there and now, there it is and there the barn is, much more visible. The backhoe is so powerful, pushing huge stones around, ripping out bushes. Luke came as well to plan the shed at the back of the barn that will house my tractor. It will just be a roof with open sides. They are going to dig down after the shed to create a lower area onto which I can put the cart for the manure. This way, it is an easy shot with a wheel barrow from the barn out to the dumping area. 
Plus it will be easy to pull the manure cart from the barn to the garden area. It’s amazing to watch the vision come into being.
Edward, the Welsh fence guy comes next week to start the pasture fence.
This is the road to the north side of the pasture and to the gardens. I can’t get there through the pasture yet but will be able to once Edward does the fences and Bush Hogs the pasture. For now we walk the long way.
There are three types of fruit showing up this year on the fruit trees; pear, cherry and peach. It’s all such a surprise to see what is coming! There are other fruit trees that have not given fruit yet so the suprises will keep coming. Already I feel a sense of abundance here.
I had my first dinner party, sitting out on the lawn over looking the view to the west. Joan, Josette, Lisa and Kirsch came. 
There are still no mosquitos which I think is due to the abundance of swallows. They are constantly swooping and turning. Of all the song birds, swallows and martins spend the most time on the wing. The barn swallow may be the fastest swallow. It’s been clocked flying 46 m.p.h. So beautiful! Many of my windows don’t have screens now and yet, there have not been mosquitos. Well done little bird.
One important indicator that I have actually moved in here is that I finally got work done. I so love to study and prepare the classes.