I was looking at the morning sky outside the dining room window just now and thinking, it gets light so early now. The endless nights of that last awful winter are still haunting my memory, yet somehow it’s almost June already. My Darling B is putting in her garden, which means soon we’ll be eating the most locally-grown fresh veggies possible (but we’ll be getting our tomatoes from the farmer’s market, after the way her tomato plants broke her heart last season). And then come the mosquitos and the sweaty, sleepless nights. The dog days of August are right around the corner! How?