By Margaret Evans, Editor

I was Facebooking with a friend the other day about a phenomenal concert we’d both seen the night before – a performance by the Clover Choraliers, an award-winning high school choir from the upstate – and she mentioned that their first number had brought her to tears.

            “It brought me to tears, too,” I responded. “And I remained there.”

By Margaret Evans, Editor

Recently, I was lying in bed at 3:40 am – never a great time to be awake – thinking about the column I had to write later that day. When you’ve been penning columns for 15 years, like me, you sometimes approach them with a degree of weariness. (Been there, said that, and who cares, anyway?) If you’re also approaching deadline, that weariness can be tinged with panic. Weary panic is an unpleasant sensation.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

It’s still springtime, and my Adventures in Nature continue apace. I’ve come to rely on them as an antidote to all the noise and chaos out there – maybe even a permanent vaccination, though I’m still experimenting with that theory. Much testing left to do.