Out of curiosity, we paid visit to our backyard — the same farmland that, as I previously lamented, was recently purchased by filthy industrialist pigs.
Turns out, a lot of it is still intact. Hardly any farmland left, but the cows are still there. (Well, for the time being, at least.)
They dug up the earth to make their ugly plastic towns, but the Mother took back what is hers. Life is unstoppable.
Something or someone with cloven feet has been enjoying a stroll.
A merienda of spinach burgers, coconut water, eggs, and almond biscuits. It was good to dine with the spirits of the wild once again.
A shot of the western sky as we made our way home just as the Sun King made his.
I will truly miss this place. I suspect the spirits are going to stay, no matter what. Maybe they can become guardians? Well, if the newcomers are going to be respectful enough, of course.
Under Two Trees 