The place where I grew up had beautiful surroundings. Delta is at the base of Grand Mesa, and up on Grand Mesa, aspen trees grow like weeds. Aspen trees are nice enough during the summer, but during the fall they turn all golden and beautiful and sound fantastic. I imagine it’s like hearing the ocean a little – lots of wooshing and rustling.
Anyway, sometime during the fall, while the trees were still golden and not yet brown, my parents would round their ungrateful children up, put clean clothes on them, pack them in the car and then put up with their bickering and whining for twenty minutes while we drove to the beautiful trees for a family photo.
This was pre-digital, too, when posing nicely mattered. We couldn’t take this shot twenty times and pick the best one. You smiled when it was time to smile and let your eyes dry out so you wouldn’t be blinking for the photo.
See? We look happy, but secretly we are plotting one another’s demise. Well…. maybe that was just me….. Huh. Maybe all of it – the bickering and whining – was me.