By Jennifer Pellechio-Lukowiak Beneath the swaying trees the breeze dances across my upturned face. This is probably the last warm day before autumn’s chill, I thought as I relished the afternoon heat on my bare shoulders. Looking out toward the Newport River I watched the lowering sun glitter the surface in gold and I smiled. I have known this view intimately for more than four decades. We first found this property on one of our earlier dates, an impromptu picnic of pimento