THE HOMECOMING
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What a treat it was to be, once again, far away from
traffic and telephones. As I rested on the front porch, a
robin chirped persistently from the alder thicket bordering
Natty Creek while a winter wren delivered an elaborate
solo. This was the fourteenth spring I had welcomed to the
Ningunsaw. And what did the valley have to say to me? At
first, nothing. Then the slow glowing awareness that I was
ready to reclaim what I had never truly given away. It
would mean much negotiation. We would need to find renters,
but we also needed to be able to return.
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On our final pack-laden ascent up the brutal hill, I spied
the early arrival of the Calypso bulbosa. It had been an
annual ritual for us to greet the delicate purple, yellow,
and white lady's slippers. As always, I knelt and inhaled
the rich fragrance. Puffing, Nat packed a bulging bag of
clothing plus Pippin in a wooden cage. Ben lugged a giant
bag full of his freshly found Archies . Our
burdens were lightened by the understanding that if justice
was to play any kind of prominent role, then the homestead
would be returned to us. It would be a long road.
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