I live under towering, arching Black Walnut trees (Juglans major). For the past six years, they have provided shade in the summer, fuel in the winter (downed limbs) and sleeping nooks for our four cats. The same Bronzed Cowbird comes each summer with his ladies and does his famous "wing dance." Before I lived under these trees, I saw an owl when I looked at the nut. Now I see a heart bursting open; which is exactly how I feel when I stand beneath these giants and look out over the fields on the banks of Walnut Creek.