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Great Swamp, dead mice, lunch dates, crafts, chickens, and unexpected guests… where does one begin? Let’s start with the dead mice, two, to be exact. Apparently, our basement cat has become quite the mouser…but stepping on a dead carcass first thing in the morning isn’t exactly how I like to start my day. One small mouse lay in the middle of my kitchen floor, another in the basement. Tim asked if I was sure the cat got them. My guess? They didn’t both drop dead in the middle of a room from natural causes. So, with the bad news that mice are roaming at night, and the good news that our cat seems to be on the hunt, it’s clear a lot happens while we sleep. Shaking off the feeling of that unpleasant wake-up call, I headed out for a hike in Great Swamp, hands down my favorite place on earth. It might even beat the beach. I visited the monument and felt the sunshine on my face as it struggled to filter through the trees and reach the path. Great Swamp is sacred, beautiful land, and the pre...
