by Mike Rosso Notes It’s late June as I write this, and the summer solstice has already come and gone. It’s hard to believe. Seems I was only just cleaning out ashes from the woodstove. Now we’re rushing headlong into the thick of summer, along with the accompanying festivals, tourists and RVs on the highway. Maybe it’s because each year that passes is a smaller fraction of my life, but it seems the summer season grows shorter while the winters appear just as long, if not longer. Could be the cold is beginning to get to me as I grow ...