I know you’ve come here today expecting to see some pretty flowers or a cute picture of Jackie or maybe even something yummy to eat. However. Mary Oliver died yesterday and I think her passing warrants interrupting my regular schedule. I think it warrants all of us just taking a moment to read this excerpt from her poem “The Summer Day” and think . . . really think . . . about what it means to have one wild and precious life. I know I’m so grateful that Mary Oliver chose to share her words with all of us. She made my life a richer and more beautiful thing.