Trail Woods3

Trail Wood3.09 by Earl Plato

Trail Wood Revisited 3
“Seven paths winding away, radiating different points of the
Compass. They cross the fields that surround the house.”
Writer’s note: We walked out from the back door toward the pond. No Teale and wife to keep the paths from being grown over. Watch out for he rocks, Earl! Those gimpy knees make me go slowly but I still revel in the sights see - Woodcock Pasture, Firefly Meadow, The Pond. Dreams being fulfilled.
“They become trails that thread their way through the woods and into swamps, along brooks. They wend across boulder fields, over ridges and into ravines. We continue among ferns and wild flowers. Beside a pond and a waterfall. We ramble up juniper-clad hillsides, by the stagnant water compounded by a beaver dam. We pass my log writing cabin nestled among the aspens.”
Writer’s note: I stood in Teale’s writing cabin. The screened front looked over the big pond. A peaceful setting for a writer.