INSIDE THE BOX
During the long, cold Illinois winter, I often find myself counting the days until spring and bracing myself to endure whatever Jack Frost throws our way in the meantime. . . .
It’s still cold here in central Illinois, but the latest snow has almost completely melted; the breeze has just a hint of warmth underneath its chill; and this morning on my walk by the river, I saw a pair of ducks flirting like two shy teenagers at a dance. . . .