Julia gets personal.

April is a big month. It’s my favorite month, mostly because April, from my perspective, is spring. Birdsong, wildflowers, hunting morels, baby bunnies…

Hunting morels in Iowa.

Back in Iowa April meant plowing and planting. When that rich black dirt in the Midwest, particularly in Iowa, is tilled up it smells good enough to eat. Seriously.

I miss it. I miss the fireflies, the raspberries, the elderberries, the Dutchman’s Breeches, the black walnuts, the black squirrels, the massive thunderstorms...