The Pirate dog came with me this morning out into the woods, our woods behind the farmhouse, now open thanks to Ed Gulley and the Gulley Bridge. Maria was busy working, the dogs and I went out and over a rise and out into the fresh snow. Fate loves the wood, she tears around in circle, hops over streams and stalks me and Red, she thinks she is quite clover. I caught the mad gleam that comes into her eyes when she is looking for trouble. Which is always.

Maria and i are loving our woods, we are happy to be connected to them, and I am figuring out ways to get through the brush, we are making our own paths.