New post on Daughter on Duty:

“There used to be a trail that took off from the back barn door, skirted the small barnyard where our pinto horse, Scout, hung out when we didn’t want her in the field, and connected with the main trail to the reservoir and the grid of trails that crisscrossed the side of the hill. Many years ago, my parents let that trail grow over to keep hypothetical trespassers from approaching the property unseen. I suspect it was my mother’s neuroses that was the instigating factor. And maybe there was a trespasser, once. I don’t know.” Read more.