Memories of happy trails
After the first frost, the trails through the woods once again become accessible. No ticks. No mosquitoes. The poison ivy is bright red and easy to spot.
From my earliest memory, one of the great charms of living on a large tract of land in the country has been the paths and trails.
When we pulled our trailer house onto the farm, it wasn't long before a cow path developed around the front the trailer, right along the woods and up to Grandma's front step.
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