Given such low-density zoning in this part of the "city," you'll find fairly long views often punctuated by a fairly large house.
You may also find a property named to conjure up salad dressing.
There's a little, err Long, lake, a remnant of a much longer lake, hemmed in by two fingers, one of which is a pronounced esker. In the distance, two blue ice-houses.
In winter we can walk (or drive) on the lake. In the distance you can see the road cut, traveling up the esker at its junction with the other ridge that encloses this body of water.
On this side, three fifths around the block, more horses and a varied, glacially-sculpted terrain.
The late sun gives glow to tilled acres and woods alike.
The cedars that grow on open, upland sites burn with the setting sun.
As do red houses.
To the northwest, some fields open to cultivation and livestock.
More rare, a field's infrastructure. This was dairy country awhile back.
Now, an attempt at viticulture.
To the west of our place, a partially-filled, old gravel pit has become a horse boarding operation. Rex had questions about how the open pit affected the hydrology of the area, and now that it is filled, more so. From what I've seen, and what I read, we have a complex hydrology, to be expanded in a later post.
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