Dear Readers, It’s funny now—that joke Mother Nature pulled on me last week—but I wasn’t laughing when, only a day after I’d packed all my summer clothes away, the mercury topped out above ninety degrees. And the winds that followed, as they abruptly changed the landscape out my window, didn’t do much to restore my sense of humor either. I’ve no idea where the leaves went because none are piled against the house and our patio is clean as a whistle. As I write, a breeze is still moving through the Flint Hills, rippling the pond water from east to west and making waves among the trees by lifting bare brown and grey branches up and down. The natural world’s undulations brought me to my senses. How could I forget the cardinal rules of dealing with the weather (Kansas weather) and life in general?