pitchforks and shovels
at the community gardens
like wallflowers
This picture takes me back to the old community meeting hall and Friday night socials when all the neighborhood kids went dancing on Friday nights. I can see them now….young teens just standing around or hanging back leaning against the wall—the boys, too shy to ask for a dance, and the girls nervously hoping and waiting to be asked. I was one of them. Social scenes sure have changed.
