The Enchanted Forest

We have been taking family walks in the evening this week--a habit that I hope we can continue--and a couple of days ago we discovered a sign with the words "Rosewood Nature Trail."
We were suspicious of the title because we live in a residential area and the trail appeared to lead into someone's backyard. We headed down the trail and found ourselves on a bumpy but scenic woodsy path that in some places made us forget the there were, in fact, people's backyards about two feet to our right. Rebekah immediately named it the Enchanted Forest and began telling us stories of all the enchanted snakes and frogs that live there. In one spot we saw a rose bush, and I asked Rebekah what she thought might happen if we picked an enchanted rose. She answered confidently that the police would come and arrest us. We came out of the enchanted woods and found that we had traveled almost a full circle, ending up on an apparently new sidewalk, still surrounded by loose dirt that had been used to level it. "Look!" exclaimed Rebekah, "Enchanted dirt!"