Death does come in the winter - now Jean's father, just a few weeks past his ninetieth birthday - a life well lived and one that touched me with goodness. I learned much about Texas native plants from him, and also not to take large bites of home pickled peppers without asking how hot they are. He taught me how to make shade at the beach with poles and tarps, and how to camp out in a State Park shelter. My own family didn't camp. Anyway, Lou's death is another indication of the shifting of the generations. The blessing here is that he stayed well and able to life on his own on his own land and was still fully himself. He died suddenly, probably of a heart attack, as I imagine he would have hoped to die.