Photo Friday: Masses of Monarchs
Every year, there is a day when the monarchs migrate. It’s a day in September — early or later, depending on mysterious forces, but when they decide to go, there is a day when they flutter past my window. Singly, in pairs, sometimes in small clumps, but go they do. This year, that day was…
They Come in Threes, Don’t They?
One Turns out that wasn’t allergies. I spent a fair bit of last week being convinced I had the worst allergy attack of my life, including a sudden and profound allergic response to someone cutting the grass in a park. Well, it all started with that weird woolly sensation in the back of my throat…