It's not much but I call home

I was like a kid in a candy store the first time I laid eyes on our new home, 8 1/2 acres of true beauty and wilderness. The house was great, but the land was something else. Surrounding the property like tall castle walls, old growth cedar and ancient Douglas Firs stand high and proud above the rest of the peaceful habitat. If you were to stroll down the private gravel road a few hundred feet, you would find yourself looking into a crystal clear creek that flows into the nearby Puget Sound. The Stream is also known for salmon spawning so during spawning season, king, silver, and chum salmon fiercely race up-stream like it's the Daytona 500 to lay their eggs. The Flowing that can be heard from the distant creek is as soothing as a melody played to put a newborn baby to sleep. The sound of the creek is nice, but the smell of fresh cut grass being blown around by the warm breeze coming off the Tulalip Bay on a cool July night is heaven. It may not be Hawaii or somewhere in the Caribbean, but it’s what I like to call home.