Like the receding tides, the snow melted to reveal a bruised and battered landscape.  The frozen ground couldn’t possibly absorb the melting snow and unseasonable rain, making for quite a soggy mess.  February is a fickle lass indeed, but she…

  An hour pilfered, an hour pocketed, a dream cut short, a disrupted docket. An evening persisted, a late rising sun, a dismal start to a dark Monday morn. An hour pilfered, an hour lost, shelved away ’til the Autumn frost. Longer…

  The air was silken and sweet as the velvety curtain of dusk fell, and the few, frothy clouds seemed to dissipate in wake of the sterling, shimmering stars.  It was neither chilly nor warm.  It simply was, and it was beautiful.  …

  Sweet June turned sultry quickly, and our every thought, our every word, our every action hung suspended in the thick, dank air.  The sheer weight of the humidity has left our soul and spirit mired and stale.  Sweet June is…

I had forgotten the utter joys of “springing ahead”. The pilfering of sleep is never, ever acceptable; however, what struck me most this go around was the sheer number of clocks that had to be reset.  You never think about these things…

There are times when the clouds become part of the landscape, rising from the earth like great, snow-capped mountains.  I like to imagine the Midwest’s tectonic plates have crashed and sent forth a mighty range which hovers above us in the highest…

Have we officially broken the cycle of snow followed by sub-zero temperatures?  Is something new and exciting afoot?  Could it be that Spring landed a solid punch, catching Winter off guard?  Has the struggle begun?  According to the extended forecast,…