I easily stepped over the fence in the back pasture, the snow up to its fourth of its six wires. I headed for the stream where Rocky used to drink. Instead of walking over it in to the woods, I thought, If I were riding a pony, what path would I follow?
I was trying to get to the wide paths in the woods behind our house without having to duck under trees and push my way through bushes. Trying to find a path that a horse would be comfortable walking on. I’d have to cut some branches, maybe even some old barbed wire fencing. I know it will all be different in the spring and summer, but it’s a good time for exploring. And it makes me think of spring and what it will bring.