Friday, December 06th

I rose early on a sultry summer morning, wanting to fulfill my animal chores before the day grew hotter.

It was also deadline day for my weekly column and I needed time to sift through the inspirational source pile that appeared to be a little sparse.

Wet and heavy air greeted me as I stepped outside. They say it will be 95 later in the day with heat advisories. Perhaps the blanket of humidity was also smothering my creativity.

Already it’s the height of summer. Where went May and June? It seems like yesterday we were celebrating the Fourth of July. The dog days are just around the corner. Too fast is time.

Steamy clouds of fog hovered over the wet grass, which glistened in the rising sun. I noticed dozens of small patches of fluffy white on the green, as delicate as a spider’s web.