Wildflower Writes

Everyone complains about the weather, but no one ever does anything about it. I have come up with some foolproof ways to control the weather. The following are ways to make sure it rains: Leave your umbrella at home or in your car. Plan an outdoor event. Go to the beach. Park you car a half mile away from your destination. Prepare to grill outdoors. Tell your children you’re going to the park. Go to an amusement park. Schedule a baseball game. Wear a white shirt. Leave the windows open in your car. The following are ways to make sure the sun shines: Get scheduled to work on a weekend. Plan an all-day meeting. Start spring cleaning. Carry your umbrella everywhere. Spend the day at the mall. Ground your child. Forget your sunscreen. Leave your restaurant leftovers in the car. Plan a trip to the movies. Get a migraine. The following are ways to make sure it really storms: Plan a long car trip. Visit a mobile home. Plan an outdoor wedding. Stay in the top floor of a hotel. Plan a long hi...

Is there anything more American than baseball? As I sit behind center field, awaiting the start of opening day for the 51st year of Osolo Little League, I’m taken back to some of the happiest moments of my childhood. My dad coached softball before any of his kids were old enough to play. In fact, both my sisters were named after young ladies he coached. We grew up entertaining ourselves by digging in the dirt, running the bases before games, and climbing the bleachers. When I was six, I was finally allowed to play T-ball. We played in jeans then. Even though I was probably just as bored as the other players, I wasn’t a grass picker or a butterfly chaser. I took the game seriously. I put my hands on my knees in a ready stance, and then ran all over the field when someone hit the ball. When it was my turn to bat, I hit the ball and ran as fast as I could. League designations were based on age and not ability then. I played T-ball for three years, and didn’t see a softball until I was nin...