We have lots of Indian turnips in the holler. That's Jack-in-the-pulpits to some of you. They have the hottest roots of anything you've ever eaten. That's because their heat is not due to the resin in peppers; tiny needles of calcium oxylate pierce your lips, tongue, and gums, and burn like the devil. Nor does eating or drinking anything help; the crystals must simply dissolve. I also photographed a beautiful dogwood on the upper slopes of Woods Ridge.
Add to that what C.S. Lewis would call a "soaking machine" -- a place to sit and fully absorb the atmosphere of a place. I believe that every boy needs a place to go that is his own place: a place of the spirit where he can go to play at first; later it will be where he goes to pray as well. I have that again now at Wilderstead.