Bounded by boundaries that hem us in;

freedom flows beyond the fence.


The new fence went in last September, to deter the deer which it does; begging the question – “do fences keep things out or hem one in?” The sound of white water and gentle drip of rain from the shadowed woods drew me in. Green, cool, damp, smell of leaf and water, musty and wholesome…

Jump the fence today and discover something different – thanks for stopping by.