Every once in a while it is indeed a pleasure to walk in the midst of the pine garden that has been cared for these many years. Already many of those twelve inch sprouts stand four times my own height. In the wet weather of spring, these trees blossom with several shades of green as they stretch their growth for another year. As in our psalmists description birds hide in the branches of our trees. Ever since the state supported wild lands have gone to seed in our neighborhood, wild life of every sort have returned.
Hawks regularly patrol the fields in search of dinner invitations.
Whenever their shadows cross the lawn the little birds that nest in our trees hush their singing. We do not have storks as they do in Europe in our pines and on our chimneys. Neither have we in our area the high mountains. A neighbor once kept a small flock of mountain goats and we do have a multiplying creature like the coneys of Palestine. We had several of these little fellows move into our barn and under our porch.