We ask a lot of bridges. Every day, we walk, bike, and drive across them, trusting them with our lives without a second thought. While I don’t know who constructed the first bridge in history, I’m fairly certain a nearby log and good balance were involved.

“Thus refreshed I entered the wild and wonderful world of the dead.” John Muir…Seeing ghosts may not be the most intriguing thing in a cemetery.

There’s no better time for going barefoot than in the summer. I once ran barefoot in the soft green crunch of my front yard grass, then suddenly…

I remember the first time I tasted honeysuckle—looking at the golden flower, it offered the tiniest drop of sweetness that tasted like summer on my tongue.

I love the sun-touched taste of a ripe tomato. But even I was a little skeptical about attending “Tomato Taste” at Pursell Farms, where all four meal courses featured the humble tomato in some form or fashion, even down to the dessert.

Given the opportunity, humans will celebrate anything. For example, Brevard, North Carolina annually celebrates “The White Squirrel Festival” for three days, in honor of the original lucky pair who escaped a carnival truck that overturned in 1949.