I wrote before of a late spring this year, ushered in by a rash of wildfires, drought and strong, dry wind. I ran out of room before I could add that we’ve observed other harbingers of the season that arrived a little late to the dance this year. I don’t even think we’ve seen the obligatory flocks of robins yet. Or I could have missed them. I was a little preoccupied. First came the migratory…