A great deal of traffic this week on folks reflecting what the Christmas Season means to them. Heavy emphasis on “memories of past holidays” and how it all seems to stick with them, over the years, and never goes away. This is just that type of story, and at Christmas time in the Heartland.
Spring! This is the time of the year when I put the lawn-chair furniture on the front porch and soak up the best parts of the day.
This morning I was out there early, real early, sitting in the still of the morning, before the sun had come up.