When Hurricane Ivan ripped through Longleaf last September, it reshaped the landscape in so many ways. An old deer blind hut that used to be hidden from sight is now visible, just barely, from the house. There’s a long clearing in front of it, still grassy, surrounded by thick pines and hardwoods.
I have been noticing the hut for months, but recently the glimmer of an idea began to form, and upon closer inspection, inspiration struck.
The tiny hut has open wooden steps up to a porch of sorts. It has four plexiglass windows, two in front, and one on either side. They are shielded by camouflage cloth that can be rolled up and stuck on a hook up and out of the way. A plywood table top stretches from corner to corner. A molded plastic chair is pulled up to the table. Perfect writing height.
Wild blueberry trees have grown up all around the blind. I haven’t seen so many anywhere else on the property. It’s delicious to be able to sit on the steps and watch on the ongoing house construction from a distance, unseen. The hut has a name now, Blueberry Bliss, but I promise only to plant native plants around and no electricity!
The area between the hut and the former food plot looks perfect for an herb garden. I’ve made a start with rosemary, fennel and dill plants, with fallen logs making a rough rectangle border. After three days in the ground, the plants haven’t been eaten by anything even though tracks in the soft dirt make it clear their presence has been noted.
I’ve begun clearing a narrow, curving path between the fire line and the hut. It’s a simple, humble place that suits me perfectly. I’ll put a chair of some sort in a small blueberry bush ringed clearing that’s just beside the hut, a bird feeder, and a sprinkling of some wildflowers. I’ll keep the old trough way down at the far end filled with dried corn for the deer, raccoons and turkeys, and hope Maggie won’t develop a taste for it!
And the tin roof is perfect for enjoying a rainy day.
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