A Tale of Three Flags
I walked out my door this morning resigned to the saga of the leaves. Armed with the blower, I was determined to handle the leaves in the only way someone of my stature - short, and tired - can handle them. Blow them into the landscaping, and hope for a miracle storm to decimate them. But then I saw the flags. Three garden flags, the third one added last year when our older son left for college. The ECU flag (MINE) still stood upright. The Tennessee flag (hubby's) still stood upright. But the Clemson flag, that tiger paw flag which is orange on one side, and purple on the other, had been very unceremoniously yanked out of the ground, flagpole and all, and thrown down. Seriously? Sheesh. I mean, yeah, I get that not everyone likes Clemson. Personally, if they ever play ECU in anything my purple wearing self will NOT be cheering for the Tigers. I mean, yeah, I pull for them to see our kids happy, but I've got my priorities, and the word Clemson shows up no where on my diploma...