by Darcy Wiley | Apr 2, 2015 | Fireflies, Jam, Relish, Sweet Tea, Uncategorized
My thin sweater did nothing to ward away the chill in the air. The smell of wet earth hung on the wind. I slopped my high heels through grass and mud on the way to the stadium where my littlest brother would be sliding the tassel from one side of his cap to the other,...