I think this old Shag Bark Hickory is my favorite tree near the meadow, the bark has a special graceful, even mournful character. The more I pay attention to trees, the more they reveal to me. I see how different and unique they are, much as people are.

I’m feeling strong again, breathing clearly again. My nurse-practitioner says I did have carbon monoxide poisoning, but it’s passed. I took a long and beautiful walk in the woods this morning, got all of my health insurance and medicine work done. I’m waiting to hear from my publisher about my book “Talking To Animals,” they’ve had it for four months or so, and this is standard now in publishing.

I accept this system, I am fortunate to be in it.

Things take longer, I will hear from them soon and hopefully get to work on my next book soon. Once upon a time, I would have squawked to my agent, that’s what writers did much of the time. I am glad I don’t do that anymore.  I am enjoying focusing on the blog and my photography, both are a gift to me.