As we near the end of a dry hot month the skies are blessing us with a fine rain. I get frightened when sun scorches the grass for weeks, and crops shrivel helplessly. I planted several trees this spring and I’ve been giving them buckets of water to get them through the heat. Not all of them made it.

Here is a painting of a forest. My friend and I went up to be in the north woods and lakes to walk in soft moss, breathe forest air and swim in clear water .

“In wildness is the preservation of the world. ”

Henry David Thoreau