The gate is barred
You may remember back in the spring of 2013 how I posted about discovering that a forest I walked through at work had been bulldozed. A happy consequence of this was that because I was forced to find a new walking route, I found another path through the woods that led to a glorious meadow and pond. For a year and a half, I've walked there almost every day when the weather would allow for it. I've watched it move through the seasons and I know it's a place of magic.
On Friday, after a week of rain, I was going stir crazy at work. I went out for a walk in spite of the chill and drizzle.
And I found yellow POSTED signs at the gate and all over the trees lining the path to the meadow.
They state, in no uncertain terms, that trespassing for any reason is strictly forbidden. I called Rachel and cried and she comforted me and on her suggestion I e-mailed the local development authority (who had posted the signs) to ask if walking there, leaving no litter and disturbing none of the plants and animals, could possibly be allowed. I thought it was a nature preserve. I haven't heard back -- I probably won't -- but I'm not giving up my meadow without even inquiring.
Luckily, unlike my other forest that was torn down, I have many pictures of this forest path and the meadow. It's a breathtaking place.
Soon after I discovered the place, I found this perfectly split piece of sheeny rock on the path. It looks like faerie wings.
On Friday, after a week of rain, I was going stir crazy at work. I went out for a walk in spite of the chill and drizzle.
And I found yellow POSTED signs at the gate and all over the trees lining the path to the meadow.
They state, in no uncertain terms, that trespassing for any reason is strictly forbidden. I called Rachel and cried and she comforted me and on her suggestion I e-mailed the local development authority (who had posted the signs) to ask if walking there, leaving no litter and disturbing none of the plants and animals, could possibly be allowed. I thought it was a nature preserve. I haven't heard back -- I probably won't -- but I'm not giving up my meadow without even inquiring.
Luckily, unlike my other forest that was torn down, I have many pictures of this forest path and the meadow. It's a breathtaking place.
Soon after I discovered the place, I found this perfectly split piece of sheeny rock on the path. It looks like faerie wings.