View from the North 40: Due to high temps, all humor is canceled until further notice

Normally I like baked goods, but when the good being baked day after day after day is me, not cookies or caramel rolls or those little personal-sized quiches, I do not approve.

The laughter remaining in me after the grasshoppers got done with it got cooked to an unrecognizable lump then set out on the counter to wither away to a crusty husk of itself.

My struggle is so dire that earlier this week I was reduced to cussing out little birds for their crime of being obnoxious.

We have a scraggly ash tree that sits at a kind of crossroads on our property — alongside the graveled driveway between ou...