Green-grey moss clings to granite stonewalls loosely lining the pasture. It is a break in the middle of the trails, an expanse of sky between the forest. The land rolls and dips, the color of faded straw and hay. A well worn footpath weaves through it, leading back into the woods. Planked boardwalks rest at the fringe of the treeline, where shadows are evergreen and secret trails lay hidden.

MC- Swan’s Island Pureblends in Seasmoke (100 yds)
CC1- The Woolen Rabbit Frolic in Blue Jeans (60 yds)
CC2- Nice & Knit Worsted in Dockside (60 yds)