the forest, the plan

We finally cleared the path that leads from our backyard to an oak-pine preserve. There was something so captivating in walking through trails where all the nighttime grunts and growls, cracklings and weep-woppings that we hear from our bedroom window come from. We hiked a few yards through a soft carpet of pine needles until we reached a creek. Another trail led to an open field -- just perfect for flying kites, playing tag and soccer practice. It sure beats our old fairy spot.
Dave will be at the creek today clearing out some dead branches and thorny vines. He thought he had the reason he's been waiting for to own a machete until I suggested that the garden scissors will do.
Snow's birthday is coming up, we will surprise the children with a small picnic. Raccoons and opposums invited.