Next to the snazzy homes being built along the street, where sidewalks and streetlights abound, the forest stands silent. When the wind blows--I am sure the history of this once beautiful place whispers through man's progress. Huge homes stand so close together, one could shake hands across the small divide between them.
Sissy says these are California houses. The very kind of neighborhood which, if it somehow caught fire, would leap from house to house. I hope that never happens here.