Pictured is a mini-version of the Torte It’s a quiet twilight after an afternoon of harvesting from the garden. Sitting on the deck of my house in Hollywood Beach, MD. I listen to the drone of a plane overhead on its way to Philadelphia. As dusk settles, birds sing a final song before saying goodnight. The sun drops lower and lower on the Elk River, casting an ever widening afterglow. In my yard, fireflies start to flicker, low to the ground, at first just twinkling dots here and there, then a cloud of bursting brilliance. Their bright yellow light flashes... Read more →