
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.

I walked and walked and walked yesterday looking for something wonderful. Finally at dusk about the time I was about to give up, I looked just in front of me in the field in Valley Forge and there was my little buddy, the American Kestrel. He totally ignored me (although he didn’t) as I…