Sometimes it is a subtle thing that brings you back to a certain time and place in your life. All week I have been finding myself thinking of the New Jersey suburb of my youth, though it took me a while to figure out what brought my thoughts back to my hometown of Hazlet.

“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.”

Dorothea Lynde Dix, 19th century crusader for the mentally ill, was also a champion for a special blossom.

It is not surprising to be ‘ova-whelmed’ this time of year.

Bulbs are one of nature’s bright ideas.

I’ve got “nutting” bad to say about hickory trees.