I went further into our woods this afternoon, and came to the outer boundary, a beautiful old stone wall, a high wall that tells us these woods were once a pasture, for cows or sheep. I followed our stream up a path and came to the wall, which is our property line.

We’ve moved the meditation bench to the stream, so we can hear the sound of the water rushing, I find it soothing and contemplative. I walked along the border line, our woods have been opened up to us by the Gulley Memorial Bridge (see below). I love being able to walk in my own woods, so does Maria.