It could mean many things, according to the wealth of myth surrounding this night flyer. The note of the whippoorwill borne over the fields is the voice with which the woods and moonlight woo me. –Henry David Thoreau (1817–62), American Writer Summer is sliding past. School has started here in my county. Much earlier than it used to when I …
Spring’s Little Winters
What winter is this? Once when I mentioned a “winter” in the springtime on Facebook, some people had never heard of such things. Perhaps it’s mostly something farmers or country people come up with to label the cool snaps that come every year after spring is officially here. It will warm up and give us some beautiful days and then …