The hum and drone of the cicadas rose and fell in unison, like waves on the ocean.  Their song lulled the landscape to sleep like a midsummer’s night lullaby, exhausted and spent from her good and decent work. Mid Summer, often, has an unkempt, woeful look, but the constant heat and…

Spring has officially arrived, even though it feels suspiciously like summer.  As I look out the window, I would swear it was May if I didn’t own a calendar.  The grass is greening up, tulips and daffodils are in full bloom, distant trees are either beginning to bud or bloom…