living by the birdriver

We have a view of the birdriver nearby. There are fields and a small country road between our house and the river but a view of the river we do have, however distant it may be. The river is very inviting, we are already waiting anxiously for the weather to warm up enough so the children could go swimming there. In summer they swim in the river and in winter they skate on the ice of the ditch wide enough coming from the river towards the fields. In spring the cranes stop by the river among many other birds. Some times in spring the river floods and the water pours on the closest field. A few years back we had such a rainy summer that the river flooded in the middle of the summer and as the result the children went rowing on their grandparents' barley field.

The river is very dear to me because I've lived by it since my early childhood excluding only a few years of studying elsewhere or living abroad. The riverside is a place where to find a sanctuary, to let the eyes rest on the surface of the slowly flowing water and to let the thoughts flow with it.