Tonight was the first thunderstorm of the season.  Lightning flashed and ran pattered against our old wrinkly-glass windows, and the smell of moist earth and blooming lilac is everywhere. 

The lightning bugs are back in our woods.  This is the earliest I can ever remember seeing them.  Each year when they emerge and begin their courtship dance in the canopy, it's like seeing an old friend again.

Tomorrow, I'm planting potatoes and onions in our vegetable garden. 

It's amazing how the seasons just keep rolling by...