Father's Day

The day started out at a very pleasant 64 degrees, but is climbing right up toward the 94-degree forecast. Father's Day traditions determine early activities - breakfast out (Mom treats!) followed by the annual
visit to see the Showy Lady-Slippers; not to pick or dig, but just to make sure they're where they've been every year for the past 38, and to smile in amazement either that they ARE there or that we remembered when and where to look, and we take the same pictures of them that we've taken so very many times before.
There was a time, we've been told, that these wild orchids grew in such abundance that a Mr. Humphrey (or Humphreys,) the custodian at the Stafford Avenue School back in the 1950's, always picked two armload bouquets to place on either side of the Eastman Auditorium stage for Graduation Ceremonies.


Right next to the slipper, we see a wild strawberry - bright red - and remember that, for some, Father's Day means going to Savicki's to pick cultivated berries out in the sunny field, getting home in time to wash off dust and berry juice and then go to church. For many, we suspect, this particular 90+degree Father's Day will mean spending the afternoon either out in a boat or cool in a pool!