Once we returned to the Ts' homestead, I decided to take the old dog walk, or at least part of it, to stretch my legs after all that sitting. I also wanted to check out all the things I remember from childhood in the woods and make sure it remained as I wanted it to be. As I left, Dad had some nice light surrounding him.
This used to be grass.
Deer in the background.
There was a giant puddle on the bridge. I ran and jumped over it because there was not a way around it that didn't involve inches-deep mud.
But it really was a wide puddle, and I wasn't all that successful in not getting my feet grimed.
In November when I took this walk, this view would have looked like this. The angle isn't exactly the same, but I think you can tell that there's a pretty huge difference between the two, angles aside. It was rather traumatic. The path we usually took to get to the field has been overgrown a bit, and the break in the fence is no more. The entire former field has a huge fence around it. Made me sad.
And a whole lot of trees and honeysuckle are no more.
This was a big tree.
This is how I feel about changes and surprises that are negative and not fun at all.