I have long held an affinity for our natural environment. As a child I loved seeing the changing colors of fall leaves in Wisconsin. They just simply enthralled as whirling seeds of maple, bright red, announced the arrival of spring, even more than the new flowers to me. As time passed my family moved to Florida. Gone were these ebbing tides of the seasons, everything here stayed green all year. Now oaks with their tapestries of moss signaled the passage of time. Blanketing everything with their leaves at random, pollen choking the air, acorns plinking off car roofs. I loved their history but...