To The Young Dude In His Dancing Duds – May 16, 2023

Cue The Byrds:

(And the rest of you,
open your Bibles to Ecclesiastes 3):

To everything,
(Turn, turn, turn),

There is a season,
(Turn, turn, turn),

And a time for every purpose
under heaven.

A time to build up, a time to break downA time to dance, a time to mourn . . .
YES–tonight is the big 8th grade dance at grandson’s school, and he, usually a stay-at-home, wants to go. So here he is, spiffed up in his new 2023-style dancing duds, and ready to hit the floor. I’ll explain all the sentimental chitter-chatter around this photo to him later. Including what a boutonnière is. (Or was.)

To everything
(Turn, turn, turn),There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn),

A time to buid up, a time to break downA time to cast away stonesA time to gather stones together
To everything
(Turn, turn, turn),There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn),And a time to every purpose
under Heaven . . .
A time of love, a time of hateA time of war, a time of peaceA time you may embraceA time to refrain from embracing
To everything
(Turn, turn, turn),
There is a season turn
(Turn, turn, turn),And a time to every purpose
under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

In The Yard: this pair of roses looked like just the thing for an artisanal boutonnière . . . .But when I was ready to bring it in and pin it on, he was already on his way. Whatever.

A time to sow, a time to reap,A time for love, a time for hateA time for peace, I swear it’s not too late . . .

 

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