Red maple leaves flutter down along our woodsy path on a chilly morning. Out with Jasper-the-Westie for our early walk, I have on a fleece and my husband wears a vest. With hands in pockets, we are warm.After a mile or more, the darkness of the woods.
My parents’ influence as well as their support always made nature an acceptable pursuit. Dad, a country boy, regaled us with stories based on taking baby birds and squirrels to