As he is from Long Island, from a tight neighborhood, I’m sure he wasn’t exaggerating. “I have never seen so many trees in my life,” he said. The next morning, my daughter found him looking out the dining-room window into our backyard. Because he arrived at night, he really didn’t get a sense of the lay of the land. Many years ago, a college friend of my daughter’s came here to visit. Nevertheless, our home is tucked into the the woods at the edge of a watershed that protects the Upper Narrows Pond, which is used as a source of drinking water. (As a child, I loved her books.) Yes, we have neighbors, and yes, a road goes right by our house. As regular readers of this blog know, I refer to our home as “the little house in the big woods,” a nod, of course, to Laura Ingalls Wilder.
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