It was one of those beautiful warm midsummer nights. My 4-year-old daughter and I had just driven by a New Hampshire farm on the way to my parents’ home. The aroma of a freshly mown hayfield drifted into the car. “Dad,” she asked, “you always wish it would rain so that the grass will grow. But then when it grows, you cut it. If you want it to grow, why do you cut it? And if you want it short, why do you want it to rain?” Almost 20 years later, I’m still trying to figure out how to answer that one.
Mark Sullivan / Bolton
Seniors say the darndest things!
As I was pushing my 85-year-old mother in her wheelchair through the Northshore Mall in Peabody, enjoying the window displays and commenting on the things for sale, we came across one window that caused my mother to ask, “What store is this?” I told her it was called Victoria’s Secret. “Well, if you dress like that, there is no secret,” she rejoined.
Robin Hoffman / Lynnfield
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