Aunt Mary and her old friend and helper, Lefty, we driving into Wakefield in the little pickup truck. Though the sun was bright and warm, there was quite a strong wind blowing, and fluffy white clouds were scudding across the blue skies. On some of the trees the buds were beginning to swell, and although Aunt Mary was grateful for the warmth of her winter coat, she was thinking to herself that spring was not far away...