Tawny grasses roiled and heaved like flaxen waves on the sea.  Killing frosts followed, gnarling and twisting tender stems and wilting Summer foliage.  Trees continued to drop their brilliant leaves as October too was swept away in November’s wicked winds.   As…

The birdsong?  What happened to the birdsong?  Were they not singing and perhaps giggling at our misfortune?  Stupid birds.  They were mocking us at best and warning us at worst.  Spring is clearly for the birds…not for us. We’re in…