Lunch was usually something light, and Mom might make a pitcher of Kool-Aid or Funny Face Drink Mix. If it was spring or summer perhaps Pop would get some gardening in, and we would tag along. Running down the rows of corn was fun, or searching the tomato plants for worms, or eating fresh picked green beans as a snack, and the earth dams around the squash when filled with water were a great place to play with little animals. Pop might burn some trash in a chicken wire cylinder down at the end of the garden, or in the little barbecue grill he had before he got a pit and that could be pulled up and moved from place to place; fire was always interesting to watch and feed. Or he might get the old silver-colored lawn mower out of the garage and start on the yard. It was our job, when he was done, to pick up the little puffs of cigarette filters the blade chopped up. Towards evening when he was finished he and Mom would sit out on lawn chairs to survey their kingdom and smoke. We would sit nearby on the porch or play on the swings, smelling the new-mown grass and watching their cigarette fire flare and fade in the deepening dark until they were tossed down like falling stars.
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