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Peckerwood Garden

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I woke up Saturday morning with no particular plans. Spent a bit of quiet time, Bob brought me some coffee, and the phone started to ring. A few anxious moments later, I knew two things: too many friends remembered I was born on Cinco de Mayo and a friend who had battled cancer for 16 years had died. 

The first caller made a suggestion, “You should take a little trip to Peckerwood Gardens today.” 


I had a lot of things to do, most of them having nothing to do with taking a drive. Bob didn’t want to go and I really didn’t want to spend the time it would take to get to Hempstead. But for some reas