Little Pasture on the Prairie

I’m sitting on the front porch with my daughter. I’m wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and a straw hat, my feet bare, my pants rolled up to my knees, revealing the stunning brightness of my winter-white skin. I’m a little hot, but I know if I take off the sweatshirt, I’ll be a little cold. My daughter is wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and swears she’s the perfect temperature. Our little bla...