Just a few days ago, John and I took a forest walk and stopped to appreciate my favorite tree. Here she is in all her magnificence, with her thick, fern and moss dress, and her leaves bare. She is old and dying, but here’s the thing…
The rain came down shockingly hard, flung by someone up high who must have been really angry. The skies overhead were a dense soft-colored silver, but lurking at the fringes of the yard, coal-colored clouds were advancing fast. Mazel Tov and I had been playing throw-and-fetch out in the lazy drizzle, but the sudden onslaught…