Sitting in the middle of a conversation between nature and nature

I am really not sure if any description of the place I am sitting right now, would do it any justice. From this seat, I can hear myriad birdsongs, song birds, gunshots, animals chirping, frogs mooing like cows, eagles across the river fighting in a sexual dance they call mating.

Yea, all of that, and then there is the soft ripple of a wave hitting our beach, and then there is the flop of a fish, as he jumps to the sky searching for bugs and other what nots of the river we call Mother Wicomico.

The flops keep happening some from farther away than others... The gunshots are a bit scary, but they are far away south from here, towards Eden and Princess Anne.

I can hear a slight rumble of thunder off to the west, at the same time a female and male duck couple are announcing their arrival with the rest of their brood. Wow, this place is ALIVE. There must be 20 or 30 of them, they appear to be standardfare mallards.

The eagles across the way, yeah Bald Eagles, our national bird, our national symbol. Two of them, I see them every morning, frolicking in the mangrove across the water.

Here is my flickr set of the pictures from my new living area. We call it Grant Land, and its really the most beautiful place I can imagine to live. And to actually live here... I mean, what the hell. I'm a poor white boy who grew up with more hand me downs than clothes purchased for me. I remember hand me down trips to cousins and everything else that went along with eating white bread with peanut butter most days of the week :) Not complaining one bit, I mean, we did have meals every day and we did go to private school, but not like this... no way.

Anyway, I intend to begin to write this book, using this river and the sights and sounds, and the deck as my inspiration to come out here and type. It should be interesting, I may write the chapters out of order since there are some that are more fresh than others...

Another week down, and yeah, I'm starting to feel better, each and every moment. Like a wise man once said to me (today on the golf course)

"Tony, life gets better with every stroke, life gets better with every step you take farther and farther from being married... "