The other day when the skies were clear and the sun was shining, I was working in the yard – a.k.a., my bonus therapy sessions in spring, summer and fall. No payment required. I don’t wear ear buds or headphones, so I tend to get lost in thought while pulling monstrous dandelions and those ubiquitous purple and green ground coverings that have taken over our lawn and inhabit every sidewalk crack. In my weeded bliss, a thought having nothing to do with anything occurred to me: I am among the only generation to have experienced an entirely analog childhood and a fully digital adulthood. Let that sink in for a minute. If…