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Show Lifeline 6 There I watched the panorama of winter -windrows of snowdrifts, changing clouds in an azure sky. A tumbleweed came rolling across the hard-crusted snow. It's Heidi, I fantasized, Heidi with her arms reaching out. I turned away - it hurt too much. Then in my mind's eye, I swept her up and held her to me. "Don't be sad, Mommy," I seemed to hear her say. "If you cry, then I'll cry too." This was her expression of sympathy in her earth life, our angel child. I bawled 1ike a babyt I began to compile a family history. In so doing, I learned an important truth. Life begins when we begin. At night I lay wakeful, thinking how to record my roots. But even my newest interest couldn't stave off an attack of "cabin fever". And then I heard a red-winged blackbird trill from its perch on a telephone wire. "Spring at last!" In a burst of housecleaning enthusiasm, I tossed a bucket of suds onto the porch. Within seconds the mop froze - and my feet - to the floor. I had been taken in.by a fickle spring. In May we took a belated look at the golf course where acres upon acres traded places when the wind blew. A herd of antelope roamed freely. We watched an occasional golfer take a swing with a wicked driver at a swarm of mosquitoes. On the opening day, club members turned out to participate in the Oiling of the Greens (crank-case oil is poured ten feet around each cup to discourage weeds). The spirit of those golfers never waned, but waxed enthusiastic over their chosen course. Warming trends brought up mushrooms. Their whereabouts became |