While the cooler than normal temperatures of late are nice for sleeping with the windows open, each of us has been scrounging to find the right long sleeve shirt or jacket for the brisk mornings.
It has to be just the right weight so as to give the appropriate amount of warmth and comfort. Not the heaviness of a new sweatshirt or the stickiness of a thick sweater. They just won't do. I have an old flannel shirt that is almost, but not quite, threadbare. Its blue and white pattern is peaceful, and it keeps the cool air off my arms yet it doesn't feel heavy. Just the right amount of warmth and comfort. You know - the shirt that is like the old friend you haven't seen for a while but easily fall in with when you get together again.
Early yesterday Bill, not taking the time to find that "right" shirt, grabbed a hand-me-down from my grandpa as we headed out to the fields. A pretty gray and red plaid, it looked like flannel but was actually wool. Instead of comforting him, it quickly became annoying - both scratchy and cloying in its warmth. He quickly shed it on a fence post to push the wheel hoe through the broccoli. Passing the post later in the day, I took the shirt back to the house. Knowing that it didn't make the cut, I put it away with the winter clothes so that it can be worn and appreciated in the right season.
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