I had a little free time yesterday afternoon, so I went for a walk in the woods. The Lowell Holly Reservation is near the location of our new house, and I decided to check it out. My GPS was not terribly helpful about finding the year round entrance (Mildred dragged me on a wild goose chase all around the back side of Mashpee Pond) and rain was imminent, so I didn't have very much time to spend, but I did have a lovely walk. There are some important stands of native holly which grows only on the east coast and a couple of especially fine views which I did not visit due to my time constraints, but the forest quiet and the beautiful trails through an old growth forest satisfied me.
Rain was threatening, so I did not meet with any other visitors until I was nearly back to my car. Then it was only one young man with a dog. The birds were mostly quiet and the trails covered with pine needles. The quiet walk among the beautiful beeches was positively restorative. The only teeny tiny drawback was that little inchworms dropped from the trees and I was still finding them on my clothes after I got home. I suspect in summer it will be less solitary, as there is a beach on Mashpee Pond, but I think that a person who was willing to get out very early in the day will always find a little quiet time for herself in this little jewel of a park.
No word yet from our mortgage lender, but at this point I don't think the appraisal has been done yet. If all goes well we'll have the keys to our little house in 43 days. I am a little impatient, I must confess.