Donna and Marchin have got a couple of interesting birches growing in their backyard. They are entwined towards the bottom and grow apart as they reach for the sky. Most people like the look of birches, myself included. I think Robert Frost did. He wrote a beauty about them. Today, I have a few logs for show in my office fireplace. I didn't take them down; they came in a load of firewood awhile back. I've always had an eye for birches. Bow and arrow building was a rite of summer. While others in the gang went for the branches in the 'bushes', that lined our baseball diamond, my heart was set on those white-barked trees. We had a couple small birches, down back off Stevens Avenue, and when it came time to make our bow and arrows, I headed for them. Birch branches worked wonders for me. I aways felt they made an extra-flexible bow and provided a kind of unique look. While the others carved their initials in the bow, I didn't have to. The white bow singled me out. I've always have been a bit different, even in bow construction.