Over a million years ago ice and snow didn’t quite melt each year. It piled up, crushing the land below, etching it. The ice receded and there was water, water everywhere, finding its way across the land. Rivers and creeks followed indentations and then cut down and settled in. Two of these, the mighty Devil Track and the gentler Elbow Creek, combined their efforts near a pretty little patch of land: a nice place to build a home, 4 plus acres, heart of the Maple Hill neighborhood. Happily, the home is for sale, looking for folks curious about all that freed up water. Surging in the spring, cheerfully getting back to business. Melodic, burbly and trout-filled summers. Leafy, lazy falls. Winter, a pathway of animal tracks, snow shoe paths, muffled earth-pulse gurglings. The home is close-by, placed just so to take in windowfuls of sylvan breezes, water-scented. A solid abode, with a single bedroom, just right for getting a start or a getaway. A couple inspired lofts: maybe try sleeping in one, the other a cozy office? The living room, under high ceilings, is light-filled and spills out to the deck via French doors. The kitchen is craftily tucked below one of the lofts where at its edge a woodstove twinkles. Listening to the crackling cedar kindling in the woodstove, joined by the Elbow’s and Devil Track’s musings, one gets reacquainted with the ways of the natural world. There’s a lot going on here at the confluence… spring time warblers, moony owls, coyotes yipping. Pardon the