Reaping what you s0w and s0wing what you reap, drawing to yourself your own, “birds of a feather flocking together”=CORRESPONDENCE. When I wrote BENEATH THE TALL BLACK DOOR the crabapple tree bloomed in profusion; people came by to take its picture. The peace of the Blue wildflowers-“cornflowers” corresponded to my peace by flanking the entrance and exit to the Appleshed. My ability to perceive nature brought to me a companion artist, the brown mouse of the Atelier-artists’ cave. I wrote a story about his social life in the salon and creativity in carving candles.  How challenging and gratifying to see yourself played out by that which surrounds you.  Look around you.  “Looking out the window what do I see, –looking back at me?” Isn’t that a children’s song?  Don’t  we have children’s hearts?