The old spring house

My journey through the neighboring woods came to an unexpected halt when I realized that I was on the wrong side of the “No Trespassing Sign.” Apparently, a deer trail is no indication of property rights.

As I now understand it, after discussing things with my landlady, the farm property ends just a couple feet beyond the old spring house (which means that I was likely out-of-bounds even while snapping the top image).

After a wonderfully fun exploration of the forest, I have realized that until I meet the owners of the neighboring property and ask permission, I likely will not be able to explore this area again. Trespassing is not cool, no matter how beautiful the trees.

So, upon realizing that the “No Trespassing Sign” was located just beyond the spring house, I promptly hopped through the mud to the spring house, which is where we too shall end our week-long journey.


Typically I approach the spring house from the hedge, which means that the first thing I see are the small stone steps leading up to a loft, and the rotted-out doors covering what was once some type of motor, possibly a generator.

The old spring house was obviously once an important part of the farm. I’m still trying to learn just how it worked and what it did.


The big “trough” you see which is currently filled with stagnant water has a hole at the bottom of the stone, which indicates how the water flows into and then back out of the spring house.


As we continue to explore the trees and other flora, let us remember the important relationships shared between the land, its many creatures, and the ever-moving water systems above, below, and along the ground.