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The fox squirrel is named for its gray and red colored fur that resembles the pelt of a fox. He make three kinds of houses: cozy den nests in hollows of over-mature trees with holes from rot or woodpeckers; comfy winter dreys (nests); and summer dreys. Den trees when available are used in the winter and are the preferred shelter because the survival rate for squirrel pups is higher in tree dens compared to leaf nests.

Charles Peirce/Stoddard, New HampshireHistorical maps and surveys underscore the orderly way plots were divvied up from the landscape in a grid.

Lighting that enhances water with a multitude of hues or patterns has extended the time in which a water feature can be enjoyed, taking it from a daytime-only delight to a 24- hour attraction.

Many people like the look of fountains, ponds or other water features with an aged appearance, as if they were always a natural part of the yard. “Some people are doing more woodland types of fountains that blend into the landscape,” Steele says. “They might look like fallen logs.”

That second morning I also found scat, or bear droppings, in the front yard. But it was small, so I thought perhaps this bear wasn’t too big. However, we managed to get a game camera image of it standing in front of a snag whose height we know, and it was not a small bear.

Yet — and yet, again — the show goes on. Indeed, in the swamp, the show never ends. Always gurgling with gossip and innuendo, Washington’s croaking and hissing denizens slither and slander along rivulets of intrigue, coiled in wait for conspirators, canards and the occasional coo-coo bird. Mueller may have drained away some of the sleaziest serpents, including the axis of deceit that includes Paul Manafort, Michael Cohen and Roger Stone. But, as one who has lived among Florida’s marshes and South Carolina’s Lowcountry, I can aver that the swamp persists.

His favorite was the garden with gigantic, whimsical flower pots that gave the garden an Alice in Wonderland feel.

What you see right now almost certainly won’t be what you get in May, June and July. General manager Jerry Dipoto is an inveterate trader, and the Mariners will no doubt continue their transition throughout this year.

It’s peaceful and serene,” Sandy Curtis said. The custom-made water fountain adds to the welcoming ambiance of the couple’s backyard, often used as an extension of their home. It’s an attractive addition, without overwhelming the landscape.

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Amenities: Waterfront amenities include paddle boarding and kayaking, along with a 12-slip marina that can accommodate 55-foot vessels and a yachting concierge for maintenance needs, and yacht charters for sailing and fishing excursions for the day to the Bahamas or Florida Keys. Other amenities include a residents’ lounge with a library and breakfast bar, a rooftop terrace with panoramic views of the Miami skyline, a pool, a Jacuzzi and shaded lounge areas, as well as a fitness center overlooking Biscayne Bay.

It was rumoured in the years that preceded the appearance of Barley Patch that Murnane had lost interest in publishing whatever fiction he was writing. The essays in his 2005 collection Invisible yet Enduring Lilacs put several facts on the record: that Murnane has never flown in an aeroplane, left Australia, travelled on the ocean, worn sunglasses, used a mobile phone or owned a TV; that he lost his Catholic faith around the age of twenty (he briefly trained to be a priest) but never stopped believing in another world (the world of fiction); that he has no sense of smell and little sense of taste; that he has a rigorous ethic of organisation but fears the organisational systems of others; that he dislikes libraries, art galleries, cinemas, the theatre and tourist sites; that he loves charts and diagrams, using them to shape his books, and can’t conceive of history except as points on a timeline; that he has never understood philosophy, is incapable of abstract thought and has read only two books of literary theory, Booth’s Rhetoric of Fiction and Terry Eagleton’s Literary Theory; that he has no use for Freud, Jung or received mythologies; that he tried and failed to write ‘a huge book of fiction’ to be entitled O, Dem Golden Slippers but in 1991, aged 53, discovered he ‘seemed to have crossed, at last, the country of fiction and to have discovered on its farther side a country no less inviting’; that he keeps among his 19 filing cabinets filled with manuscripts and unpublished writings a report on this discovery, awaiting a scholar of the future, who he thinks will be a woman; that he believes ‘all art, even music, aspires to the condition of horse-racing.’ Elsewhere he writes of seeing horse races in his mind as a boy during the recitation of Latin hymns and prayers at Mass. It’s the glue of his obsessions.