It was a perfect early fall day, sunny, cool, windy, and still brimming with life, at Glen Helen. Herds of deer were crossing the stream and shadowing us in the woods the whole way. Leaves were just changing and starting to fall, and the asters were sparkling like pale blue stars everywhere. There were many showy fungi, looking like shellfish. The yellow springs seemed extra shiny orange in the bright sun. “My” sculpture tree stood tall and graceful in death as always.