
O.K. you have to promise not to tell. I was walking in the woods this morning and heard the little cry of the red bellied woodpecker. I walked to where she was calling, looked up, and there she was inside the nook of a tree. After a little while she put her head back…

We planted this cherry tree some 20 years ago in anticipation of Yumiko coming home to us. Here she is 20 years later (at the ripe old age of 22). A more beautiful young woman both inside and out would be hard to find.

When I got to Pawlings Farm this morning, I heard the American Toads. They were so loud, I could tell from the parking area way up on the hill that they were down in the wetland having one great big party. I walked down through the Butterly Fields where I took a picture of…