There is something lovely about walking through the valley in the morning sunlight after rain.
Especially when the faintly musty nuttiness of early autumn is lightly scenting the air.
I love these green paths, and many of them are our legacy. They weren’t here when we arrived.
Yet they didn’t happen in a day, or even due to mechanical intervention.
They are made over years of walking. By us, the alpacas and the many more-than-human inhabitants of the valley.
What paths are you creating, and who will use them?
Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿
~ Our paths are a mixture of following tracks laid by others and new clearings. But even the latter takes time to become a green path.