Remember Cody and her sticks? When we lived in Port Credit, the backyard was full of mature trees, and very overgrown. When I started trimming dead branches, we discovered that Cody loved big sticks. (The things you never know, living in the city!) I'm telling you, she adored them. She hoarded big sticks in a special corner of the lawn - her toy chest. When Allan would mow, he would move the sticks, mow underneath, then put them back. When we moved from Port Credit to the Cooksville area of Mississauga, we knew there wouldn't be many good stick opportunities. So Allan picked up all the sticks, put them in the car and drove them over to the new place, so our Cody could feel more at home. Since then, most of the sticks have disappeared, having been chewed up, or rotted under the snow, or destroyed during tug of war games. Those of you who attended wmtc2 might have noticed that our lawn was graced by a dead spruce tree. Although birds liked to hang out in its top branches, the de...