we stayed at Mt Cardigan Lodge, NH, and I wandered down by the pond. And there in shorts was dear blondish ,little, so sweet Heather, staring into her cupped hands. What is that sweetheart I asked, and she showed me: a mass of newts she’d found at the edge of the pond.She was joyful, mesmerized, gazing for a long time. until she carefully placed each back by the waterline....