The Passage...

It is Guinness and listen to this. On Halloween day we went out 'splorin' near our farm and found this old abandoned road.

This is something we can not resist. That is a trait passed down from our Gramps! Now there is all the new things to see... and all new smells to smell!

Oh! there is an old apple orchard down here.

My goodness, someone has lived here once and worked this land.

Oooohhhh! Spooky! We are right! just in time for Halloween, our very own Haunted House!

We can see why someone loved this land--tucked away under these hills.

And here is an old hewn bridge.

Children probably use to play here. Or perhaps this is where they gathered their water or did the wash.

It is strange to think about. We sit along the stream for a long time.

It does not seem possible that we could ever get old, or that the days could ever just pass us by.

But now the air is cool and crisp. And all the leaves have fallen from the trees but for what a gust of wind could claim...

And Time has certainly made a fool of me once again...