The kids, of course, have no such resistance. One boy, maybe ten years old, is wearing hot pink knee socks with his sandals and soccer shorts. He's not rushing to the car. When I comment, Nice socks, he grins. Mom and I exchange appreciative glances. (There was a stretch when my daughter Michelle went everywhere dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.)
By the time I get home the sun is shining. Long shadows are falling across the back yard. The sky is opening as the leaves fall on the lawn.
A perfect evening for (organic) butternut squash soup.
As I peel and chop, I find comfort in yielding to the inevitable.
Image of you standing in the door of the grocery store blinking and then focusing on little boy with pink knee socks...priceless!
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