Back again. br Nothing seems different here br yet so much is changing. br br When we first started br visiting these woods br our kids were babies. br You would lead the way br with the youngest br carried like precious cargo br on your back. br br I always walked behind br ''assuring their safety''. br I watched our little girls br as their pigtails bobbed up and down br with their excited trots br trying to ''keep up with Dad''. br They would stop now and then br to poke at a log or flip over a rock br and I would scoot them along br so we didn't get too far behind you. br br With each year they've br changed so much. br They're now young adults br yet they still walk in a line br as you lead them br down this familiar path. br They could find their way br through these woods blindfolded. br But they walk behind you br and listen as you explain br the tracks, the trails, br and the wonders of nature br that you have explained to them br every year of their lives. br br They listen as if br they've never heard it before. br I wonder if they're really listening br to the lesson on nature br or are they just enjoying br hearing the sound of your voice br as you share your woods with them br once again.