My husband built a train of plastic fifty-gallon barrels pulled by a garden tractor years ago. We drag it out for special occasions like birthdays. A generation of grands is enjoying it now. Such fun!

I live in a new neighborhood, where about ten houses are under construction at all times. On one of my walks through the neighborhood this fall, the birds lined up on a dirt hill to watch me pass. I hope I made their evening, as they made mine.