(July 17, 2016) So, ’tis a soft day. Rain is in the forecast, and rain is gently falling on our fields. ’tis a soft day. The rain is gently falling on our forests. And our fields. We need this rain. We would be parched without it. We want this rain for our crops and flowers and birds and our bees. But what about plans to go the beach today? What about the walk in the woods? The picnic? What about what about? About that I know nothing. What I do know is that the rain is gently falling on our fields and on our forests, and a bird is singing just the same. As I said: ’tis a soft day. The ancestors, I am sure, would agree.