The air was gauzy and slight until the fog slithered in on its belly, leaching into every crevice, swallowing the landscape whole.  The constant rain and gray skies had begun to loom large over our yards and gardens, like a soggy,…

  The fragile, silvery strand caught a splinter of light, momentarily shimmering and glistening in the summer sun.  As the wind began to roil and swirl, the spider’s silk became untethered, taking flight upon the breeze.  An almost invisible moment became apparent.  A…

The fragile, silvery strand caught a splinter of light, momentarily shimmering and glistening in the summer sun.  As the wind began to roil and swirl, the spider’s silk became untethered, taking flight upon the breeze.  An almost invisible moment became apparent.  A shared…

I believe Mark Twain said it best, “In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside four and twenty hours.”  This may seem like an odd Spring thus far, but I believe it’s as…