Letter from the Director
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by Barbara Aston
As I sit at my desk here in French Administration, my window looks out on several trees, evergreen and crabapple trees. The ground and trees are lightly blanketed with a skiff of snow. The crabapple trees are bare of their leaves, but still retain their small dried fruits on their limbs. I watch as a squirrel grips a branch while it pulls at one of the dried crabapples. » More …