A Harvest Too Great for Arms to Carry

I love little girls who lug winter squash that are larger in size than their combined heads.



I love a wheelbarrow used gratefully, left with the house by a generous aunt and uncle.



I love Millie's gap-toothed grin and her arm around John Wayne.




I love daring interpretations of Lady Liberty.




I love evening light and cheeks painted by Peaches, that short, little lady-clown the girls talk about all year.



But, mostly, I love wearing my husband's sneakers and sweatshirts because I am The Fashion Queen.