The blue cloudless sky and bright shining orb in the sky is reflective of what the weather report promises for today, sun and warmth. I pull out the boys’ shorts from the plastic storage bins under their bed and they put them on with glee. The approaching summer in the Pacific Northwest is greatly anticipated and thoroughly enjoyed.
We prepare for our walk to the school bus stop. Cody has his backpack but also dons a jacket; he is skeptical of my proclamation of warmth. It has been a long stretch of gray days and those distance warm days of last year seem almost dreamlike.
Carter pulls out his sun hat, rain boots, and little red mittens to go with his outfit of shorts and short sleeved polo shirt. He is quite the fashion statement with his boots on the wrong feet and his sun hat inside out. But his outfit makes perfect sense for what he has planned. He grabs a plastic bag from the basket by the front door, a left over artifact from walking Rosy and Dexter our dogs who are no longer with us.
The bag is for the trash he wants to pick up.
The boots are for protection from “pokey thorns” found in the many ditches where the trash tends to congregate.
The mittens are for keeping his hands “a little bit cleaner”.
The sun hat is to “keep the sun or maybe rain” out of his eyes while he works.
The shorts are for the “nice sunny day”.
Carter’s assortment of clothes, while appearing perhaps odd to passersby, are a perfect combination of practicality and fun. Although I don’t know what function is provided by having the hat inside out and the boots on the wrong feet. Maybe those are simply a part of the flair that is Carter.