... that's why I'm still sane! I need my hour of solitude in the early morning when, with a cup of hot tea in hand, I gingerly stalk through the grass still wet with dew. Where the river curves around the bottom of the property, it widens out into a lake-like body of water on which the early morning sun glitters and sparkles. It's a magical moment when the whole world seems at peace and nothing matters except the here and now ... and the trees are listening to me!