The sun rose this morning with its sherbet oranges and pinks, its cotton candy blues. The green blades of the soon-to-be daffodils pointed upward toward the master painting swooped across the sky. This has been nature’s backdrop on our way to the school bus stop for the last several mornings, only the blades are taller now, indicating their bright yellow arrival is nearer than it was yesterday.

Something else is different as well. This will be the last time Read more