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 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…

I am thoroughly enjoying Fall and all its precious gifts.  The weather has been nothing short of magical, and the trees do not disappoint.  Every day, a new color reveals itself, and with each blustery gust, our lawns are dappled and decorated. …

Despite the tumultuous weather and irksome rain, Memorial Day marched on and local patriotism would not be quelled.  We honored those who paid the ultimate price for our freedoms, for the way of life we have come to know and love, and…

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…