It was a cold, cloudy morning at the end of November. A storm had blown through the neighborhood during the night, but we hadn't heard a thing (although others did), and this is what Bob saw when he took Gulliver outside for an early morning walk. The top of one of the very tall oak …
The day after the storm…
Last night we had a storm. Stepping out the back door this morning, I was hoping for, if not actually expecting, cooler, fresher air. It was a futile hope. Today has been one of the hottest, muggiest days of the summer. It was dry, in the sense that there was no rain, but with the moisture-laden air, I felt like I …
SEEN ALONG THE TRAIL 