The landscape lay reeling and depleted, drunk on the sun’s rays and summer heat.  She was beginning to show her age in the harsh light of the August sun, and there was a palpable shift in the air. The winds of change are upon us as our attention begins to…

Monday’s snow was, needless to say, needless and trite.  Sure, it didn’t impose much damage to the landscape as it did my psyche, but it was exactly what I didn’t need or want.  One step forward, two steps back.  This, my friends, is Spring. The landscape still seems groggy as if yet…