Memorial Days

A woman let her horse feed on the clover in the strip of field between the Stop and Shop and the local garage.  The land near the garage is notorious for getting flooded, and remaining ankle to knee-deep long after the rain stops.  The horse is blond, a pale beauty.   There is something so right in this picture.  I got lemonade, strawberries, parsley and a baguette for dinner.  All day, nearly, the brie has been waiting on the counter.    The chips man was hustling bags in the aisles almost as people grabbed them off the shelves.  Nostalgia drives us to grab what we love from childhood: bread and butter pickles, yoo-hoo, peanuts.  A neighbor carried home two stacks of wood.  For a beach fire, he explained.

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