My brother and his wife, he just visited us, has a 10 acre property in Southwest Washington State. He has a small river, a little too big to call a stream, that slices diagonally through it. In winter it's whitewater rapids. He needs to build a bridge across it to get to the other half of his property. Unfortunately, it rains so much that the place is always a little soggy.
It's too wet for sitting out, then when it dries out, it's hot hot hot.
My parents were older when I was born, and my dad passed 48 years ago, my mother, 30 years ago. But if I pay attention, I can still hear their voices. If my dad is up there, I think he'd love our lot, because he was a landscaper and gardener. My mom contracted the construction of six rental units, five of which still stand. She would have enjoyed what we've done to the house.