Where are the bright lights that promised love and laughter? The fireflies are gone. Mosquito whining in the dark well of my ear. Quick! Slap it away! The Katydid pleads Katie did I? Did I not? Summer shrugs and smiles. Creaky old cricket hiding in the uncut grass — How you…

Will we know when they appear? — The Lark’s poetry competition — Once I had a chance to help an angel. Not a bright, beatific one whose shining light overpowered my eyes but a bedraggled, lonely angel struggling through the thorny underbrush at the woodland edge of my yard. I heard her calling like a baffled child so I rushed outside to find…

When to add raisins and when to cut back the oil! — I don’t usually follow recipes. Well, maybe just in the beginning. The first time I cook or bake something new to me, I do tend to follow the recipe faithfully, if only to learn the basic rules. But after that initiation, I start adding or subtracting ingredients. Adding raisins to…