We are into full-on summer here in the City. Trash bags are sagging, heavy and leaking in the humidity. At night, we step over them, but then get into the park’s thick foliage and I reach and take long fast steps, wishing the fireflies to step from the air to my arm. Sometimes, they do; I usually only get a fast wink before they are off again, but still. Other than wonderful weekend trips to Chicago and northern Minnesota, we’ve been here, hiding during the weekend days, cooking up all the CSA v…
