this picture was taken just two weeks ago, when the grass wasn’t so high it looked like African grasslands or the Everglades.
this morning i took a walk and found myself staring at knee-high grassland. that is when i headed for the cooler woodlands.
it was Memorial Day in America today, a time to remember. I heard Frankie boy- Frank Sinatra- singing over the speakers in the grocery store. Begin The Beguine- or however you spell it- in WalMart. And across the country, it felt like a 1940’s nostalgia day.
But out and about, in parks and public recreation areas, people converged like gnats on a bad night…they were everywhere. I saw Pennsylvania people taking over a whole section of an urban park with tents, fishing poles, and louder-than-local noise. I saw family gatherings with portable bandstands hauled in from who-knows-where. I saw potato salad, bottled water, fried chicken, and more disappear from store shelves and restaurants. And I saw the summer sun beat down relentlessly…
surely my irish blood will boil…if it keeps it up.
in the words of the locals- stay cool, y’all