The other evening as I watched Little Black Dog chase lightening bugs, my mind wandered back to other summer nights when Charlena, Diane and I used to race through the early summer evenings as darkness fell to see who could catch the most. What fun it was, and apparently Little Black Dog thinks so too. I often feel a bit of pity for people who live where the seasons never change, for here in Tennessee we are fortunate to experience an ever-changing set of things to see and do with each new season. It seems hardly no time at all that I was sitting at the kitchen table watching the snow pile up as the trees bent beneath the weight of ever-thickening ice, and now it’s lightening bugs, fresh produce and bright red flowers!
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