Lazy, Crazy, Days of Summer
What is it about summer that inspires such expectations? Eating ice cream in the afternoon? Walking in sand? Sitting on a bench with a good friend? A bad mosquito bite?
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The Ducks Will Return Without Us
Every spring, the shout goes up. “Ducks are back!” For thirty years, this has been a constant. Snowmelt pooled on the pool cover before spring fully arrived, and the mallards landing there every season, trusting this small temporary pond the way we trusted the house. It could be startling, sitting quietly on the deck, reading…
