Ordinary Outside Living

Pete surveyed the sun shade I rigged out of a tarp, 5000 yards of kite string, duct tape, bungee cords, chunks of broken fence and exclaimed:

"This looks so white trash!"

To which I cheered:

"We are white trash!"

Just as Gussie stumbled out on the porch wearing nothing but a dirty diaper and blue popsicle juice stains.

Then a bird nipped the end of the kite string, unravelling the roll as it flew up so high. A white streamer painting the bright summer night.

Haven picked a bouquet of dandelions, "Excuse me, Mom, what are these?"

"Dandelions," I replied.

"No they're not," he said, "They're something else."

"Really, what are they?"

"Lemon delights. They are lemon delights and I picked them for you."

"That's so nice, honey. Thank you so much."

I took the bouquet. By morning it had faded to 5 puff balls that the window used to blow a wish.

And it was granted: At least 4 more months of bare feet, open doors and dandelion bouquets.