It’s that time of year again.  My screened-in porch gives a new spot for living.  This week I washed the furniture, vacuumed all the cushions of winter partials and scrubbed the floor with a solvent that left a squeaky clean feel to bare feet.  The ceiling fan ensures a soft constant breeze.  Today the humidity is cooperating and is comfortable.  The wind passing by comes in ribbons of strength that have tree leaves dancing and shaking, lifting their heads to sound like the waves of the ocean.