
So, it happened at the close of a very hot last day of June, that I found myself surveying the garden dedicated to my parents, lovingly known as Mom and Dad’s garden. The back of the garden is lined by a white picket fence that separates our yard from the neighbors. …



Yesterday, six years ago, I looked up at the sky as the sun was just about to set. There was an oddity about the way it looked. It appeared as a white circle enclosed by a dark circle. It really didn’t look like the sun at all. …