August came in quietly. I decided to start the month with something simple: weeding the front yard. Hands in the soil, head full of thoughts. While at it, a flash of orange and black fluttered past me

[] Greetings, friends. Last time, I was thinking about growing broccoli and showed my harvest. This morning I noticed that there are more than a dozen pears under the pear tree. I tasted them, and it turned