It is early morning on the last day of 2006 at Longleaf. The rain sounds like a waterfall outside my study window. Thunder rumbles and an occasional flash of lightning add just the right touch to the melancholic beauty of Abby Newton’s cd “Crossing to Scotland”. Buck and Maggie are sleeping. My coffee is hot and fragrant. Sitting in this small bubble of light, I am purring and content.
Walk with me if you will, and share our woods.