I can barely believe that the summer is winding down already. The barn swallows' final broods of the season are about to fledge, and the sand hill cranes are frequently found snacking in the fields as they approach time for their migration. In another week my son -- who has been here all summer diligently attending to his part-time job and full-time social life -- will return several hours north for his second year of college. Sniff. Life holds few guarantees, but change is certainly one of them.
Goblet III
5 days ago