This morning, three enormous female wild turkeys strolled and hopped around the backyard before sauntering off down the neighbors’ driveway. They were bigger than geese and had no trouble leaping over six-foot fences. We surmise they turned up to visit their distant cousins, our neighbor’s hens. The people of the chickens did not see the turkeys, but had a phone call about them.

Basement garden, soon to be porch, window box, greenhouse and raised garden gardens. You read that right.

Speaking of peculiar events, tomorrow is April Fool’s Day and the sixth anniversary of Dad’s death and some of the best writing of my illustrious career. Coincidentally, turkey hunting permits go on sale in New Jersey tomorrow.