On the F train last night:
Kid: “Mommy, the sun is red!”
Mom: “Yes, honey, it’s setting.”
Kid “Is it tired?”
Roasted and toasted, more likely.

Tonight, in the sky, look for the Perseid meteor shower. And listen for the katydids.

In case you missed this, my first posting on HuffPo is about the history of Brooklyn farming. The flatlands on the other side of the Harbor Hill Moraine were once some of the most productive market garden farmlands in the U.S. And it was largely due to manure and nightsoil. Talk about an awe-inspiring (and ripe!) recycling system!