When I moved in, I asked the neighbours if they walked there and they declared it to be impassible. I left it at that till early last spring when I decided to see just how impassible it really was.
Quite a few trees have fallen, probably due to Hurricane Earl. I've cleared up some of the trails and begun making new ones.
I don't spend all my time toiling away in the woods. I often stop to marvel at tiny ferns growing at a time when everything else is turning brown and crinkly or to drink in the beauty of defiant beds of lush, green moss.
It's the perfect antidote to the coming winter. A place where new life and green things remain.