Restoration

Creating a trail was they easy part.

Learning about the trail is a bit more tricky.

Maintaining the trail is quite difficult. . . but quite rewarding.

As I learn more and more about the trail, the more and more I learn about what I want to do to improve it. Ignorance is bliss, but for me, knowledge is power.

It is a time commitment. It does take effort to try and make connections to lighten the load.

Blood, sweat, tears, and dollars go onto restoring a natural space. Bee stings. Splinters. Cuts. Bruises. Exhaustion. While those sacrifices can go unnoticed and at times make me feel underappreciated, the true restoration process goes far beyond the land.

I generally enjoy working the land. I love seeing new plants take hold. I get giddy when I catch a toad, notice a butterfly, or monitor a bird nest.

The work is never-ending. The payoff is never-failing.

With each trip to the trail, a new idea is born. A new adventure is created. A new journey begins.

Though the land is improved, the true restoration is my mind, body, and soul. The restoration of me.