I hope you will indulge me here as I quite literally walk down memory lane. When I was little, dad would take me out and walk in the woods, pointing out various plants as we hunted the ultimate prize: Mushrooms! Now, though he is pretty spry at 80 with two metal hips, he fears getting out by himself both for his own sake and especially mom's, as he is afraid she might have trouble of some kind while he is out. I try to get him out when I can. You should have seen his face as he took in the sights, sounds and smells. I wish I lived closer!