THE BRUSH PILE 35 



one of them a different story, and yet not difficult to read. 

 These lessons gave meaning to trees and seasons. Such 

 observations have always meant much to me, even when 

 made in the most casual way in the midst of constraining 

 activities. And now in this later day I come back to a bare 

 twig with all the joy of youth. The records of the years 

 are in these piles of brush. 



