It’s shaping up to be a busy spring. I’m grateful for every bit of it. It is a deep privilege to head out around the country and meet readers one at a time. But one must also keep the hearts of those at home. As such I am going on record this morning to say that only a fool claims the unkown future, but before the leaves fall this autumn I will build one treehouse. I also vow to take a certain nine-year-old girl fishing and to her first dirt-track stock car race.