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.