Sounds of the Season A poem by Dr. Angi Crunch, crackle, swoosh, Ruffle, crinkle, crunch. Fallen leaves, Frost kissed grasses, and then the snow. Crunch, crackle, swoosh, Ruffle, crinkle, crunch. Brisk breezes creating a wonderful dance in nature as it blows. Crunch, crackle, swoosh, Ruffle, crinkle, crunch. The footsteps of both adults and children are … More Sounds of the Season (a poem)
Punxsutawney Phil, the famous groundhog of Groundhog’s Day made the following proclamation yesterday (February 2, 2016): “There is NO shadow to be cast; an early Spring is my forecast!” As we are having unseasonably warmer weather, the prediction of an early spring may actually come true this year. But, according to the legend, if the … More Honor the shadows.