The frost is on the pumpkins and the grass this morning.
My backyard farmer picked a peck of red and green tomatoes and brought them inside yesterday evening.
I gently cleansed the fruit and lined them up like soldiers to dry and ripen. I am hoping for minimal waste.
Other less desirable tomatoes remain outside, to hide beneath old car covers and faded sheets until later.
Today, the sun is shining brightly and all is well in the little blue house at the end of the road.
Yesterday, we were in need of several household essentials and grocery items as well.
We went to Walmart and then to the Aldi store, a usual routine.
As I was coming through the exit door of Walmart this senior saw two very young boys out of the corner of my eye handing out papers of some sort.
My mind was on the pantry supplies that I needed to purchase from next door. I walked right past them boys.
I heard one little boy remark to the other, "Well did you see that old ...?"
He called me a name considered vulgar, hardly ever uttered in polite use. He continued, "She totally ignored me!"
That little fellow was disrespectful.
I could have made a scene and shot back.
This adult would never do that.
I was shocked, mildly annoyed and bursting at the seams with restricted laughter at the same time.
"Out of the mouths of babes oftentimes come gems!"
Truth is, some gems are not as precious as others are.
I do believe, however, parents should always teach their children to respect their elders.
If your child or you and your cause expect me to sweeten your collection, pot or pay attention to your flyer, bring on the respect. It makes sense if you want my loose change.
It is never too soon to tell youngsters to be mindful of their manners at all times in the direction of everyone, including us.
When I was a kid, a large dictionary with earmarked pages landed into my hands.
My little friend and I were amazed at all the words that the marked-up book contained.
We saw words we never knew and the meanings, pronunciation, origin and others that we were not sure were appropriate to add to our budding vocabularies.
We found that some words are bad choices to use at any age.
When in doubt, we asked for my brother's "expert" opinion and advice.
He was more than willing to help us out.
My brother was not allowed to spout vulgar language, but he followed a few foul-mouthed "hound dogs" around at his tender age of 12 that used the words in question, fluently.
That usually happened when the screen door closed and Mom was out of earshot, occupied inside.
Mom came outside one day when we were intensely involved in study beneath the wild cherry tree in the garden space and slapped down the green cover of the book just as she did when she caught me reading, "Chicken Every Sunday," to my sister, Sandra, later on.
We had just picked up the aforementioned book from a trash heap on the city dump.
I doubt very much our censor ever read it or our dictionary front to back.
After my little friend went up the road, mom verbally laid us out. She used none of the words that got us into trouble.
She used clean words and clear language at all times.
Her words mattered, instructions and lessons learned from her are lasting to this day.
Mother liked to use the words "do not" most often.
That has always worked for me since.
She hit the roof when the family members sent us home for our weekly visits with Red Book, Modern Screen and True Story magazines in tow.
I think it could have been because Dad read every word every time and smiled often at the pictures when he read them.
We own several copies of the dated reading material in my vintage store.
I was thumbing through one the other day. It beats me what stirred up our reading material examiner.
Compared to today's magazines, the content is rather tame.
Thanks to my callers and visitors last week.
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