The last of the brilliant golden color maple leaves are falling off the large tree just outside our window. It’s a daily reminder that for everything there is a Season. I stood watching a squirrel risk life and limb as he ventured out to the edge of a thin branch…for what I wondered. I alwaysContinue reading “Seasons…”
White Plains, New York…my city, a subURBAN community in the lower Hudson Valley. We’re just a 35 minute Metro train ride into NYC.