Though the rain that falls so steadily on the ragged yard and stoic trees might well be the same rain that fell a week ago, the calendar claims today’s the first of February. We’re down to eight and one-fourth teabags, and I’m more than halfway through the F’s. Today I reached Forest, an extensive and complex ecological community dominated by trees and having the potential for self-perpetuation. But before I could memorize the five major types of forest, along with their typical tree densities, climates, and soils, I was interrupted by yet another memory, and I raised my gaze from the page to look out the window at the forest.
