One of our recent walks in the Rotary Friendship Park was on a rare sunny day. It was such a relief to be outdoors enjoying the fresh air again after a week cooped up inside. The footprints of both humans and animals who had gone before froze overnight.
The walls of grey trunks around us reached their filamentous extensions overhead in many places, creating an arch against the blue.
The path ahead led to the unknown.
Downed trees were reduced to firewood in some places.
Remnants of farm life which cultivated this soil years ago hung from the trees, leaking memories.
Ploughing had finished on this field with a border of bare soil around the perimeter. I have never seen this pattern before.
Georgie, the golden grand-dog, always enjoys meeting new friends on the trails.
A pond along the way has begun to freeze. Before long it will resemble a skating rink.
The trail passes fenced-in farmland in places which was a nice change from the walls of grey.
It was invigorating to be on the trails again.