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HAVE PEN, WILL TRAVEL

“Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days…” E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

October O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. …

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To the dismay of my youngest child, I’ve encouraged the habitation of a posse of little birds that nest and chirp near my mudroom porch. Her reasons for panic are justified. I’m also a big film buff, and treated my children to a Friday night of Alfred Hitchcock classics ages ago. It never occurred to …

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