Hello Reader, In the spring, said Tennyson, a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Living on a houseboat in the middle of a lake, you can’t help be struck by the amount of love going on at this time of the year. Very productive love. We are inundated by goslings and ducklings and cygnets and whatever the young of coots are called; cootlings? Here's a story I wrote in April about two fools in love, and their progeny, a clutch of golden goslings. The Gosling Symphony This is a...