Looking west down "Duckville Lane" from the house.
Maple trees are lovely any time of year; winter especially reveals the graceful "bones" of our Grandmother Maple.
Another maple view.
The forest rises in graceful splendor behind the Longhouse.
A walk around the hermitage revealed these next few pictures.
A bit of farming structure in the snow.
View from the side hermitage window.
View from the back window toward the southwest.
Back window toward southeast.
The hermitage itself from the edge of the woodland.
A brief woodland walk was a journey into a whitened dream landscape.
The woods.
Looking directly upward.
Many amazingly lovely boulders grace our woodlands.
A young pine dressed in winter finery -- perhaps waiting for this photo op for next year's Christmas card.
A few hardy leaves continue to defy winter's grasp.
Everywhere I looked on my walk provided a breath-catching eye-full.
The sisters' dining room view early Monday morning.
Down the hill beside the house and chapel.
Down the hill.
Walking back up toward the house and chapel (l) and the school (r).
Down the small hill at the "flat place" before plunging down to the old creekbed and the playing field.
Looking through drooping branches, past Grandmother Maple and out across the "meadow".
The duck houses and the meadow; a bit of the farm fencing/snow walls.
Looking across the schoolyard and stone wall toward St. Aidan's (it's there, but you really have to look!)
One of the forsythias threatening to consume our house; looks much safer in the winter.
Another maple, this one "waves" goodbye to all who leave the driveway. He is also quite the sap producer. The maples are already hard at work; the buckets are being readied and we'll soon begin the annual "syrup run".
A wonderland of white down the road.
The saplings on our neighbor's land, just across the street next to St. Aidan's.
Down the road.
Home sweet home; The Melrose School (l) and St. Cuthbert's, home of Bluestone Farm (r).
The garden in winter. All the garden fences "held" the snow, making my walk around the farm feel more like a journey in a walled maze. Good thing I know my way around ...
