When I was a young girl, one of my favorite places was the woods in my back yard. Although, the word "woods" might have been a bit of a stretch. We lived in a small Cape Cod in Levittown, New York. The woods probably weren't much more than four or five trees in a row behind the fence that backed Hempstead Turnpike. It wasn't exactly Little House on the Prairie, but for a little … [Read more...]