INSIDE THE BOX
As Imperceptibly as Grief
Summer is over. Our afternoons are still warm here in central Illinois, but the mornings have been chilly. . . . Soon we’ll be donning heavy coats, hats, and gloves. I wish I felt ready for the change.
September Midnight
Yellow leaves were falling on the grass in our backyard as I walked out to the chicken coop this morning. I greeted them with a sigh. Though it’s blazing hot in Illinois today, during the past week we’ve felt the first few whispers of fall . . .
The Summer Day
Summer is a perfect time to pause and take a moment to look, smell, feel and listen to the world around us—a perfect time to marvel at its beauty and wonder about its origins.
From Blossoms
Every summer during my childhood, my parents would load all of us kids into our wood-paneled Ford station wagon and head out the East Tennessee mountains for a long drive to the coast.