A morning walk with my wife and our old friend in western Massachusetts. We walk a piece of land around a big field and forest where he used to play as a kid—Jugend Loop. Meadows and woods and old apple orchard and stream—so green. Midgies, butterflies. And we have to be careful where we step on the path for there are so many frogs, most of which leap at the sound (or sight or…) of our approaching feet. (“Would you like some medicine power?” [‘The Story of Jumping Mouse’].)