• Essays

    Summer Comes

    when the smell of freshly-fallen rain sizzling on the sidewalk drifts through open kitchen windows, when the first brilliantly arrayed wildflowers lift their open petals to the sun to welcome busy bees and floating butterflies, when the House Wrens build their tiny stick nests in boxes and call for a mate with unrelenting charm and gusto, when you catch the deep red of a ripe strawberry hiding beneath translucent green leaves waving in a light wind, when gnats stand guard outside your screen door waiting to swarm any who dare to enter their buzzing, biting domain, when cherries, pale red and yellow, poke their heads through clusters of leaves on…