Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

by your north timber lot after lunch,” I said, leaning against the wooden fence post. “He had a tripod with him. It looked like he was taking measurements.”

Arthur took a slow sip from his blue ceramic mug. He set the mug on the wooden step beside his boot and looked at the trees.

“The trees grow slow, Mabel,” he said after his usual silence. “And people continue reading …