Bang….that is the sound of my imaginary starting gun. The race to Christmas begins. My track does not involve Black Friday – I live too far from stores and malls. However, Small Business Saturday is big in a small town, and I will walk to the local stores tomorrow. The sound I hear calls me…
Today is the first day of the eighth month on our calendar. I point out this obvious fact because August is one of my favorite months. Unlike February, when I am sick of winter and unlike May, when stray frosts thwart my garden plans, August arrives in a flourish of nature’s delights and local traditions. The…