A few episodes on the trail I have been wandering, arranged as they appeared when I started writing them down, not necessarily chronological. The chapter names are tree names, each attached somehow to the story involved.
As good a place to start as any, named for the two cottonwood trees who grew up next to my carving shed on our Reservation Road property. They kept me company, kept the ground dry enough to drive on, gave me shade, and oh the sweet smell of their blossoms every spring. They set aside a special space of inspiration.
France is truly a magical place, and sharing the experience with my true love Maralyne was more exciting than I could have imagined. We arrived in early May, and many of the boulevards of Paris were in full chestnut bloom. Delightful! This is a very short story, but full of wonder.