Millknock Collies

Travel south of town down a two-lane country road lined

close to the edge of black asphalt with white and red oaks,
Virginia pine, and dogwood. In fall it's a rustling canopy of
red and yellow foliage, in spring dusted with redbud blossoms,
and in July there's the illusion of cool deep green.

Leave the pavement for an even narrower wooded drive and
continue this journey over Black Branch Creek (named for
the citizens who once owned this land or the dark water slipping
below?) for a mile and hope you don’t meet a vehicle coming
the other way.

Woods open up to sky and field; past beehives and fencerows
and grazing sheep. Red/white/blue Tibetan prayer flags rise and
stretch in the breeze. A little cedar slat fence frames the yard,
with bent twig trellises covered in clematis, roses, or honeysuckle.
Cedar saplings bend into tall arches over the gardens and the
walkway to the house.

A curious face peers out from the window, a Collie.

Welcome to Millknock!