The little birds trust God, for they go singing from Northern woods where Autumn winds have blown With joyous faith their unmarked pathway winging to summer lands of song, afar, unknown Let us go singing, then, and not go crying, since we are sure our times are in His Hands Why should we weep, and fear, and call it dying? It’s merely flying to a Summer Land….. Stella King, loving mother and friend, passed from this life into her new one on July 3, 2021, after a long battle with dementia. Although she no longer resides here, her compassion and…