rushing mountain stream grey stones protrude blackberries hang just above little splashes cause sparkles sunshine filters through branches light dances on the moving promenade a lonely leaf passes by without fanfare ~ we sit watching discussing home ownership steps dropping names of realtors considering taking the plunge just over 1050 square feet spring fed wood and oil heat tiny cabin off Tree Farm road future property of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Lyman Temple ~ bright blue Stellerβs Jay squawks his arrival ***** a mow-hawked head and considers us for a moment three quicks hops and one more call before he flies off into the foothills nature gifting us a nod of approval /