Speaker 1: Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation. This
is Forest Stories. I'm the Poet in the Forest, a
children's series that I pinned out in the nineteen nineties. Now,
none of it would be possible if it wasn't for
this forest right here in South Charlotte, North Carolina. I
talk about it so much that I thought maybe it's
time that you get to know what has inspired me
for thirty years. Thanks for being a part of the conversation.
Welcome back to the forest. Sometimes I feel like Missus
kravitzs On the TV show Bewitched, Missus Kravitz spent a
lot of time looking at her front window, stepping outside
the house, and looking across the street. She always seemed
to be nosy. But I feel like that because as
I take these daily walks every single day through this
beautiful forest in South Charlotte, that I notice when things
are changing, and I want to document those changes because
what if, you know, I said, always the power of
what if? Well, what if? My assumption is right about
the house here next to the lake, a very nice
looking section of the lake that's more like a lagoon
rather than the rough waters that a lake can bring.
But They're from Ukraine, and they've always been the friendliest
people really in so many different ways. But what's different,
especially on this walk today, is that their front lawn,
which is usually pristine, is not. It's not cut back,
it's not properly prune. There are cars missing. Ukraine is
at war. Where they called home? Did they go home
to help out family members as things continue to get
worse over there? The house owned by the Ukrainians, it's
a very special place because every time that I've shared
a conversation with them, it's always been so warm, so welcoming,
and you walk away going wow, that's what having neighbors
is all about. And to see the view that they
created in this lagoon part of the world, it's just
amazing in the way of enlightening the personality and someone
who is creative. And that's the way that I see
these guys, that they are just creative because the way
that the lawn and the hills are designed, it's done
so with peace from the soul. But it's very odd
the pristine lawn owned by the Ukrainians, it doesn't look
like somebody's home. Did they go home? Hi, maryl Thanks
for being a part of a conversation