The chutter, honk, and spur of the returning geese reverberated in the skies as their tight, regimented formations loosened.  Their mood seemed more casual and celebratory as they made their way north where life would be unmeasurably easier and kinder.  After all, it’s officially Spring.  Welcome home.   Clearly, March is throwing some late punches…

I have a favorite tree.  His name is Bruce.  He’s an Oak.  There’s nothing particularly special or different about Bruce, except he’s mine.  He’s mine in the sense that he resides in my yard.  He’s rather mature.  Mature in reference to his size, not his personal philosophies, which I’m sure are…

With bated breath, and childlike anticipation, I watched as Summer slinked away and Fall, standing squarely and confidently, appeared timely to announce its long-awaited arrival.  Joy filled my heart, and thoughts quickly turned to blazing foliage, crunching leaves, crisp, sweet air, pumpkins, apples, and bonfires.  As we welcome Fall in all its glory and…