Dear Shirley:

You are a poet. Dave and Andrew, Steve your lunch buddy, your special friend- I miss them too. And I am glad you are in awe in nature. I like morning the best. I look forward to the first singing of birds, knowing it is a new day. In the evenings, like now, I am ready to sleep, to let the day end. In winter time it gets very dark at 5 PM. Now, at summer time it is not dark until after 9 PM. Sometimes it is sunny, sometimes rainy.

anita