When I HEARD the birdsong, my heart leapt just a little bit. I was determined to finally see some warblers, and this might be my chance. A fence and the prospect of difficult going would not DEBAR me from giving it a try. With a firm grip on my walking stick and my binoculars swinging from my neck, I plunged in and headed for the stand of red CEDAR trees. I was soon rewarded with a spectacular view from the bluff. As for the birds? It’s the process as much as the goal, and I was as satisfied with the journey as I would have been with a whole flock of yellow warblers. My heart was still full and grateful for a spring trek in the woods.

Georg’ann

We didn’t RAISE her,
it wasn’t possible to BREAK
her FERAL nature.
Keeping her distance,
she returned day after day
warily and expectantly
waiting under the CEDAR
for whatever we set out.
One morning in early spring, we found a headless baby bunny at the backdoor.
We accepted her gift.
Later that summer she left us her kittens to tame.

Heather