Sometimes it’s hard to find a place to write. For me, it is. Inside the house, I’m distracted by bills to be paid, papers to be filed, and laundry to be done. On the back porch, my attention is drawn to the dogs and cats and how interestingly they interact. Dew Drop, Biscuit, Squeaky Leaks (aka Clemson), Kentucky, Tennessee, and Arkansas all have distinct entertaining personalities. I find them captivating. The horse barn, where we have a sitting area and where I used to write easily, has lost some of its comfort after the huge oak was felled by Hurricane Irma. Losing a big tree to me is like losing a longtime friend.