The Land of Baggaraggs has been visited early by winter. It has crept into the forest and beckons its leafless hand to come and walk in its depths. I will look for the Father Forest who is busier than most, making all the things that Children love. I am busy in my small asllyum too, finding inspiration in the memory of a Maryland winter woods so long ago. I find inspiration in my little walks with my Albert. The bits of nature that call to me from the ground, or suspended from the trees.