In Northern Minnesota you expect to be wowed by the mirrored surface of the lake and the song of loons and infinite variety of green in the roadside. I love the stillness. There are days early in the season when I can sit for an hour and never hear another sound created by a human voice or machine. That is amazing in this world.
Sometimes though, you find a surprise, like the one above. I was tooling down the road and had to stop when I saw the horses lined up like kiddie calvary. The question that came to mind was 'why?'
The place was a little rustic to say the least but I figured I really ought to knock on the door and ask permission to take a photo so I hopped out of the car and walked up the long drive. I could see a small house, opened to let in air. Someone had to be at home. Then I got my second surprise. Up closer to the house, tucked away from the road, were lovely gardens. Flowers of all kinds were overflowing sweet beds and inventive potting like a tea kettle were everywhere.
I never did find anyone at home but I couldn't resist snapping a few photos. Joy comes when we aren't expecting it and it's best to take advantage of it. Besides, I could see a copy of "Where The Sidewalk Ends" on a table in the main room and anyone who reads Shel Silverstein would have to be OK, or at least wouldn't shoot a visitor on sight.
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