I was doing some cleaning on a recent sweltering day and found six teaspoons under my son’s bed. For a minute or two I was confused – we had been short on teaspoons all spring, but why were they here? Then I remembered that they were part of an elaborate ritual that my son, his cousins, and our neighbors had done to ensure snow days last winter. The ritual included flushing an ice cube down the toilet, wearing your pajama top inside out, and sleeping with a spoon under your pillow on the night before a large storm. (As a kid growing up in Central Massachusetts, I remember throwing ice cubes out into snowstorms at night. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t!) I had to laugh when I picked up those teaspoons, thinking it might be nice right about now to have just a flurry.
Leslie R.W. Hart / Harvard
Age Before Witty
I was working my way through the line to get into the Boston Beer Works before a recent
Pete Lewis / Hollis, New Hampshire
Talk About Climate Change...
Our 4-year-old granddaughter Anna raced into the kitchen one day after preschool and excitedly relayed some brand new facts she had learned about the weather. “Sometimes there is thunder,” she began, “and sometimes there is lightning. And sometimes” – a pause here for effect – “sometimes there is a great big tomato!”
Jonnie Garstka / Brewster
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