I trailed my daughter as she and Avi ambled through the woods on a late-summer morning, a day that dawned clean and fresh after a furious downpour of nighttime rain. They were soon out of sight, leaving me on my own in silence that was punctuated now and then by the caroling of a winter wren.
|Several trees growing from a "grandmother stump"|
|A ravine, one among many--no wonder the news here is full of stories of ponies stuck in ravines|
|These two soon receded into the distance|
|Detail of old wooden table languishing in the woods|
|Beautiful leaded windows on old farmhouse|
|Old farmhouse in woods|