Walking down from feeding the boys and opening the gate into the main valley, there’s a clear track leading to the lake.
It’s the obvious path. And one my feet know well.
Yet I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
Something with colour on the higher path, the one that ends in a wall of brambles.
And I was curious…
Are we open to being interrupted?
Pause. See differently. Re-story…
~ In this part of the valley, Amanita muscaria has erupted over the last week