It’s going to be a very hot day.  I am not complaining.  I am sitting in my backyard in the early morning sunshine, a cup of tea in hand.  I am having it now before it becomes too hot to enjoy it, listening to the Barred Owls hoot:  “Who cooks for You?”.  Yes, they do actually call to each other early in the morning, much to the consternation of our sons, who are late sleepers. I stretch my stubby little bare toes out wide in the luxury of warmth and realize my shoulders are not up around my ears.  Summer has finally arrived. [Read more…]