June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.

Well, any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I'm sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.

What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?

I cannot imagine a cat in an Obedience ring, running around in the hot sun and doing things on command. For it would not make sense. Whereas a dog is tolerant of your not making sense and only wants to fix things so you are happy.

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.