Our Own Backyard…There’s always a sliver of hope

April 5, 2013 at 8:29 am in Pine Journal

The little girl gingerly held out her index finger, the tip of which raged rosy red.
“Grandma Wendy, I’ve had a splinter in my finger for FIVE DAYS!” she announced (somehow 7-year-olds always seem to speak in capital letters). Continue Reading