The grass is going brown and I've noticed a few more headlights on for the drive home from work. While it's hard to focus on anything other than the near locust plague level grasshopper hatch taking place this year, I can't but notice that the world is just about to tilt toward cooler days. Along with it, I'm enjoying (and a little tickled) at the stories from an army of anxious upland writers that are about to switch gears. Count me among the willing!
Birds, guns and dogs are just around the corner. Yippy!