"Summer's lease hath all too short a date." William Shakespeare (1564-1616) It's the dog-days of summer and the 4th anniversary of my blog. (Post #65 but who's counting?!) What better way to spend them than a weekend in the country. The cornfields are, indeed, now as high as an elephant's eye, yielding their sweet kernels. The farmer across from us, rotating his crops, has put in soy beans where there was corn a year ago. The frogs in our pond are conversing frantically. The hops plants are starting to bloom and all our lavender has been harvested. Our daughter's dog, Blanche, lays on the lawn, following the shadows, so she'll remain in the sunlight during the late afternoon. HOPS! And, a visit from our son, Marc, up from "the City", is always a special time, catching up over the past few months of the pandemic. It's always exciting for me to hear about the next film he's working on! It is, indeed, a spec