“Takes ‘All Kinds’ To Collect Kids”

All kinds Collect kids

on this School-Day street: And just

too many* need help!

 

  • (The Collectors, not ‘The Kids’ who, by-and-large, are friendlier, more respectful of not just each other but of the neighbors’ yards they do not trample in search of shortcuts and such, but also a few shy smiles and even a wave or three as they pass.  One day, however, a hurried parent or harried bus driver will go just a smidge too far and that hated meat-wagon siren will wail as an engrossed seventh-, eighth- or ninth-grader darts between parked cars and too late for both kid and slightly speeding car, I again will flash back to how metal-meets-flesh sounds, sees and smells.)

 

“A SchoolMom* Helps Out”

Just pitch your dead butts

out your car window, dearie!

My street loves litter!

 

  • (Just before picking up her walking treasure at the local middle school prison, this mom unrolls – but barely – her driver’ side window and tosses her now-consumed cigarette butt out the window right opposite from where I sit and read minutes before the inmates are released into the custody of their owners.  Why the lady did not air-out her massive SUV which would have given a Conestoga Wagon The Hives by dropping all the windows all the way is beyond me.  Maybe she couldn’t smell the pollution she was soon going to give junior? I dunno.)

“What!? No Cream?!”

wild blueberry soup:

little lemon, cinnamon,

honey on shortbread*

 

  • (I was gifted a three-pound bag of frozen wild Maine blueberries.  Some went to cereal. Some to pancakes or just finished beating the whites – separate of course from the yolks waffles – which now sleep in the fridge for a super supper with fried chicken and real waffles and realer Grade B maple syrup and unsalted butter, some to a pineapple-orange-yogurt-n-‘nanner smoothie but a good pound and more went through the blender, joined some freshly burred cinnamon stick, some lemon gratings and fresh juice and just enough honey to make me guilty for – oh – three seconds or so soup into which a floated some blueberry scones.  I guilt easily but make up for it by a quick spoon of blue forgiveness.)