Fence in the Woods
Declaring the boundary the old wooden fence slightly leans to the forests call, no longer growing trunks but now posts and rails the weathered timber guards its paddock keeping two worlds separate by its presence. Which side are you on, it seems to ask, who's land do you stand upon?
Coming closer over the lumpy earth and grass we can hear the native songbirds calling to each other through the forest trees. The autumn colours are inviting us in, beckoning us to climb the old tired fence and explore their wild places of wonder. Shall we go or shall we stay on our side of the fence?