I bought this property in 1978 for $8,375 dollars. Even then people wanted flat land, flat properties, nicely cut grass, well manicured lawns, plastic. One house looking like the next, an assurance in sameness.
There is a ditch that runs through this town, part of the storm drainage system dating back well over one hundred years. Before they built the damns it contained year around water and could be fished.
Mine was not a particularly pretty property. The ditch ran almost exactly diagonally through it putting a very little house on one side and an open field on the other. The field and the ditch were dry and barren, suffering years of neglect as an unattended dumping ground. The soil was horrible and could barely grow grass. Not a single tree was on this property, nothing alive.
One of the first things I did was to dig a well, a miraculous process I still do not understand. Free water from the earth. That changed everything. Over the years I have added tons of organic materials, leaves, grass clippings, chipped up bark, cow manures and sand in an effort to build up this soil and allow it to sustain life.
|A bench on the edge of the ditch|
Both ends of this ditch are fenced with the intention of keeping my dog in and both sections contain escapements, holes big enough for the possums and raccoons to pass through with ease.
|My ditch, trees, bridge|
I am thinking the raccoon had a good life and I am sorry that its end was violent. I am thinking he might have been old. He was very big, a little too slow for sure. Nature is violent with earthquakes and tsunamis,
fires and sudden deaths. Maybe my paradise ditch contained too many creatures? I don't know.
I know there will be others, lots more. They like it here.