I have often written about and from the cemetery I call 'Dreamland'.  Here's an article from our local newspaper about 'Daffodil Day' celebrated in the cemetery yesterday.  The two photos below are 1) the newspaper's 'pic of the day' and then 2) my own feel for the flowers' context in the scheme of things.

The only time that wolves are known to enter into a killing frenzy is right after a winter of extreme deprivation.The just do it: they kill more than they can eat.

It seems that after a winter/early spring of extreme heat deprivation, I, too engage inmy own frenzy on the first ‘hot’ day of the year (yesterday hit ‘81’).I just do it: I run in the sun until I’m whacked.Fact: I never run with water, never will.Fact: Yesterday when running under the flame of the sun, I felt like my brain was cooking.I was wrong.It was merely simmering.I’m better now.I really am.I really am.I’m better now.I really am.I really am. Hey, where are you guys taking me?Hey, let me go, let me go dammit…